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A Tale of Bitterness
there is an illusion, seeded deep within our cores,
a manipulating parasite of social circumstance with
stigmatized judgment. revelation of the distress of
the heart, leading to this inner revolution of such
bitterness, let me take you to the beginning of the start.
i felt it, drifting down from above, a gloomy silence
of mere nothing yet leaving me breathless, powerless
against this fate. with ruffled feathers it landed,standing
waiting at my door, a slight tapping came as the cold
wind blew through my mind. i whispered, more as a
uttered muttering, 'god you are so far away, do you
even need my worthless soul anymore?'
and then the realization came, we live, we travel, we
dwell within this earthly vessel. a rapid form of
flesh to carry our drifting souls, unable to understand
or fulfill our dreams, with fleeting thoughts and
memories gone, it is impossible to generate or breed
the necessary directions to remedy this ailing conflict.
remnants of a shattered lifetime surface in the modern day
dramatics, rising through the conflicts is contradiction.
nothing stays the same and nothing lasts forever,
each bone, each vein, the magnificent material that
ties us all together is exposed to this unfortunate decay.
in the farthermost corners of the earth and the farther
reaches of my mind, you are not there! i am not there!
where are we, why have we not been found? i cry for
reprieve from the dramatization of life, and what i
find in the end is the anomaly i am supposed to be.
a manipulating parasite of social circumstance with
stigmatized judgment. revelation of the distress of
the heart, leading to this inner revolution of such
bitterness, let me take you to the beginning of the start.
i felt it, drifting down from above, a gloomy silence
of mere nothing yet leaving me breathless, powerless
against this fate. with ruffled feathers it landed,standing
waiting at my door, a slight tapping came as the cold
wind blew through my mind. i whispered, more as a
uttered muttering, 'god you are so far away, do you
even need my worthless soul anymore?'
and then the realization came, we live, we travel, we
dwell within this earthly vessel. a rapid form of
flesh to carry our drifting souls, unable to understand
or fulfill our dreams, with fleeting thoughts and
memories gone, it is impossible to generate or breed
the necessary directions to remedy this ailing conflict.
remnants of a shattered lifetime surface in the modern day
dramatics, rising through the conflicts is contradiction.
nothing stays the same and nothing lasts forever,
each bone, each vein, the magnificent material that
ties us all together is exposed to this unfortunate decay.
in the farthermost corners of the earth and the farther
reaches of my mind, you are not there! i am not there!
where are we, why have we not been found? i cry for
reprieve from the dramatization of life, and what i
find in the end is the anomaly i am supposed to be.
Published 1st Apr 2013
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1st Apr 2013 3:52am
this is a tale of one who is lost & despondent, trapped in a place that even God won't find...
1st Apr 2013 10:21pm
Wonderful piece and it continued to suck me into its ever-narrowing spiral from start-to-finish. Dismally dark and forlorn and hope is not an option. Cheers!
1st Jan 2016 6:27am
Your word's send chills. Deeply haunting portrayal of fractured innocence. A beautiful AWARENESS work of art! Well done, SURVIVOR➰
