deepundergroundpoetry.com
PYRRHIC : RENOVAMEN
I am mercurial
The septic remains of your fixation
Intertwined inside
Opposed to change
Too close to hide
Aeons away
But is a pyrrhic life worth it in the end?
When will the silver ringing saturate me?
What is a fractured will that lies can mend?
When will sorrow precede solidarity?
I am deviation
The compression of the self inside
Engineered emotion
Tested promise
Covariation
Liquid, flawless
In time, will it disappear?
The longing for tomorrow?
Stumbling on the edge of another shore
This was never supposed to be
A pinnacle
Only nebular dreams
Of an uncertain path
I'm hollowed out
If I disappear, I won't become a memory
And I have this feeling I've been here before
As these colours are fading
Syncopating
Feelings like a spectator
A prisoner within the cage of the mind
I need to believe
Lest I feel no longer
To disrupt the causality
I must cause an umbrage to alleviate the pain
With motion in reverse I find emancipation
There will be nothing else to hide
As I remember the disarray
Won't this become a fragmented likeness?
A spectre that holds my breath hostage
I feel the encumbrance, a hex upon me
Artificial grasp around my throat
A nightmare from which I never wake
I am like death
The observer becomes the watched
Compass of distance
Through rime eyes
As if consistent
Was my disguise
But is a pyrrhic life worth it in the end?
When will the silver ringing saturate me?
What is a fractured will that lies can mend?
When will sorrow precede solidarity?
Renovamen
And we lose our thirst forever
Failed effort undermines us
Renovamen
And distrust was our utopia
Manifest is our coming of age
In time, will it disappear?
The longing for tomorrow?
Stumbling on the edge of another shore
This was never supposed to be
A pinnacle
Only nebular dreams
Of an uncertain path
I'm hollowed out
If I disappear, I won't become a memory
And I have this feeling I've been here before
It's something beautiful
That avarice so well contained
Is the genesis
Of a malice yet untamed
Somewhere behind these irides
An embolism of defeated pride
Lost the will to coincide
In a memory of my oldest sin
Gone is the turmoil once within
I can't bring myself to realize
A just cause for bewilderment
'If I was scanned and uploaded far into the future
Into a body not my own
Would I be a mere continuity?
Would I be aware of what I've lost?
Would I remember who you were?
Can a memory survive as data in the darkness of unbeing?'
Published 2nd Oct 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 660
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
