Justin Silverblade Posted May 5, 2003 Report Share Posted May 5, 2003 (edited) Some of the lines went a little long, so I don't know if the poem will actually come out as fully intended (as I couldn't indent the ones to show that they were actually on the same lines) Free association style - quite literally actually. Just sat down and wrote exactly what came to mind. Unfortunately, I was in a really bad mood - so it turned out rather dark. So sorry - I know the last thing needed is more depressing poetry. Ah well, I wanted to share it anyways. Enjoy it... - Justin ~~~ Internal Imprisonment No. Don’t make me. I don’t want to. It might not be real. It isn’t. Of course it isn’t. Let me sit here. Let me wallow, in self-misery. In vanity. Vanity? I’m no Important. No VIP. Ha! More depression. Sulk and sway my thoughts. Know that tomorrow I’ll be fine. Wrapped in a façade. An illusion. That life is good. That my friends are all I need. That my family is all I need. That my soul itself will content me. Until moonlight. Until solitude. Then the truth immerges. Conflicting thoughts. That I want more. Greed, not vanity. I’ve no ‘true’ friends. The ones that would be, I don’t want. They’re not right. Not perfect. That’s ok. But then they can’t help me. That’ll be ok, when tomorrow comes. But for tomorrow to come, the sun must first set. Then I sit again. Alone. Without Soul. The Man in the Glass is transparent; hanging on my wall. Useless. Not a crutch. Still alone. Music knows me. Helps me. Sways my thoughts, even as I sleep. Sleep. A barren wasteland. A field of thoughts to sip from, after steeping in truth. Like facing the devil, before the dawn. An epic struggle. An unimportant voyager. Even if I were to surpass it, no one would know. Don’t make me. I don’t want to. I’m content to leave the sails un-set. Let the brew steep some more. Irony. A circle really. Do you see it? A pattern? Is there one? But important – can it be broken? I shout for help but want none. Or is it opposite than my reality? Do I want help but shout for none, instead? So many Questions. So few Answers. What was that quote again? … Futile. As if it would help. Tomorrow it will be okay. After I wade through calm waters, single-handedly – unable to swim. Morning will be false though. Heaven only to be dropped to hell. Again. No. Don’t make me. I don’t want to. And to think – I could call this poetry. Edited May 5, 2003 by Justin Silverblade Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Salinye Posted May 5, 2003 Report Share Posted May 5, 2003 I'm not sure what to say other than that I appreciate the stark nakedness of the words and it prompts me to offer you a *hug* ~Salinye Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted May 5, 2003 Report Share Posted May 5, 2003 hmmmm you mean i'm not the only one who questions everything in those darkest hours? *hugs* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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