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Giving Away; Quasiautobiographical, very metaphorical
Topic Started: Mar 6 2010, 03:35 PM (126 Views)
Darkle
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.Giving Away.

Ideas are there, the themes, the feelings..
But the words are balked by exhaustion.
Exhaustion of the soul, derived from too much stress
And too little sleep,
Always afraid the Lord will take the soul to keep.
Paranoid that whilst taking a stroll
Across the bridge with a toll
That a fat ugly troll will demand to be payed
For all the free rides and lucky breaks
That he had given and let be take’d.
Fretting over the end of a contract made with a devil
That had only promised a longer time before the dirt hit the shovel
But said nothing about the pain that would arise
From all the lies and how everyone would come to despise
The eyes that looked from down on high
As if they loathed the very sky.
And so the words, they are consumed, in the task of worrying
As the brow is ever furrowing
And never is a time then set aside
For the forehead to relax itself
And exercise the vast wealth
Of talent and of emotion that hides within a jaded outer facade.
And though they may stare in awe and wonder
How do those thoughts just come to be
What they do not see,
What is classified,
Is the constant inner struggle between the man
And the soul,
The one wanting to keep on moving to everlasting glory,
The other wanting to call it quits in an ending, gorey.
And so the wonders simply gather dust
As lust just fades to only numb.
The once prolific pen is now struck dumb.
The writing stops.
The caring stops.
The self-abuse and apathy well up from within again
And then the poet falls on his metaphorical sword
Of booze and cocaine,
Breathing a final breath of blissful pain.

JC 2-3-2010
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