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Thing
Poetry is my soul.
Mine's been judged not worthy.
The silence takes its toll,
Leaves me naught but empty.
I try to walk away,
Always come stumbling back.
A cycle of dismay
That's turned my heart pitch black.
Being opened to need
Only invites despair.
A soft word plants a seed,
You wake to nothing there.
I fall into the void,
And pray there's no return
To body I destroy...
Reality I burn.
And yet eyes open again,
Somehow I'm still alive.
Though can't tell you where or when
Need in me was revived.
The poison flows in my veins,
There's no staunching the bleed.
Internally darkness reigns,
And holds me to the deed.
The emotions confounding,
Can't recall knowing peace.
Silent echoes resounding,
My wish for all to cease.
Blue of this aura dying,
All in me growing numb...
There is no use denying
The thing that I've become.
Published 12th Sep 2015
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Anonymous
12th Sep 2015 5:39pm
this piece is well written, I like the steady sadness that never really drops to despair, more resignation
like the protagonist is tired of the battle but hasn't given up entirely on winning the war.
Poetry is like the one comfort when it all falls away, pulls you in like a warm drug and wraps you up until
you awaken to the nothingness that is really there once the poem is gone.
A much enjoyed read with comfortable, rhythmic flow. well done and thanks for the read.
like the protagonist is tired of the battle but hasn't given up entirely on winning the war.
Poetry is like the one comfort when it all falls away, pulls you in like a warm drug and wraps you up until
you awaken to the nothingness that is really there once the poem is gone.
A much enjoyed read with comfortable, rhythmic flow. well done and thanks for the read.
15th Sep 2015 5:24pm
Ah, your reply is a poem in itself, miki. I think poets have an advantage over other people when it comes to the unholier emotions. Being able to write out the darker things within us, and actually take a third person vantage point on them, allows us a much deep insight to self. I like what you said about sadness verses despair: That's exactly what this poem was meant to portray... the acceptance held while walking through a time that could and should probably be much more troubling to the soul. 'Appreciate the visit to my page, and the in-depth reply and compliment. :)
Michael
Michael
12th Sep 2015 9:06pm
"The emotions confounding,
Can't recall knowing peace.
Silent echoes resounding,
My wish for all to cease."
Emotional and psychological turbulence, disturbing as it is, still makes for great poems. One thing you've managed to do is contain it in very disciplined, carefully constructed work. Fine job Michael!
Can't recall knowing peace.
Silent echoes resounding,
My wish for all to cease."
Emotional and psychological turbulence, disturbing as it is, still makes for great poems. One thing you've managed to do is contain it in very disciplined, carefully constructed work. Fine job Michael!
15th Sep 2015 5:28pm
I thank you Sir Crow for your visit and for your kind words. The poetry may look pretty but it can be a pretty tight mask at times... and unfortunately it cracks sometimes. Here's to beer containment.
Michael
Michael
12th Sep 2015 11:13pm
Remarkable contrast between the well organized meter and rhyme scheme, and the chaotic destructive, dare i say, Entropic nature of the thoughts and emotions you inked. beautiful, disorienting, and frightening. Definitely going on the list.
15th Sep 2015 5:34pm
Ah, I thank you for the wonderful compliment, and then RL add, Alexander. Always happy when I get a chance to meet and read new people. Been away a few days but should have some reading time tonight... I will definitely look up your work...and yes, Entropic is probably the perfect word for what lies beneath the surface of this one. :)
Michael
Michael
14th Sep 2015 5:16pm
Very affecting... Melancholy is like liquor... A moderate amount gives life balance, too much makes it a blur.
15th Sep 2015 5:38pm
I don't think truer words have ever been spoken. So much I've witnessed lost to that blur... you think one might learn how not to return to it somewhere along the way. Mind over emotion is a far easier concept in sound than in reality, however. A pleasure to met you, neo, will definitely read some of your work tonight. :)
Michael
Michael
16th Sep 2015 3:05am
16th Sep 2015 5:50am
Yeah, went kind of deep with this one, MV. Some trying times forced me to take a good hard look at myself...didn't really care for all that I saw. Tis ok though, some good friends stood by me and helped point me in the right direction, I will be ever thankful to them and hold them in much higher regard than others who simply turned on me. I appreciate you stopping in. Always happy to have you on my page. :)
Michael
Michael
