For newer subscribers who may not be aware, I do occasionally post items which are not news or opinion based; this… is one of those occasions.
Written in 2010, during an aforementioned dark time in my life; this makes sense, as I never could write decent poetry from a ‘happy’ place. It is also undoubtedly the reason why I haven’t written any original poetic material in eight-plus years, as that ‘dark’ place is largely behind me.
As to what this is exactly? Honestly, I have never been able to ascertain that with any confidence. I was in the moment, I wrote it, so figured I’d share it with you here.
Feel free to interpret as you wish, and make it your own…
Poet
The noise betrays......
I cannot see,
the ink is smeared -
my pen diseased.
Thoughts are blind
when heart is caught
between two blades...
words, that turn to rot.
I stretch out from the dark......
and try to breathe...
the darkness reaches back for me.
Cannot escape......
the horror...
of that which will not let me be.
The pressure swells......
sinful, devout,
steaming inside -
I need to get this out.
I have to choose
between starving verse
or dying deep within...
I don't know which is worse.
Creations laugh out loud......
foolish dreams...
depriving life bit by degree.
Gamble assured......
once again...
I notice that, they're all laughing at me.
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My favorite yet!!!
If there were no darkness the light would be so much less appreciated. Thanks for sharing