Set upon by demons darker than my own desire
i entered freely, willing
to decieve as much as greive
Lost longs long lost now departed
rememberances of vile natural purging
only feircest reckoning consoles
In light of my revulsion and in self imposed seated exile
kneeling no longer to a barren throne
i fled to again to transcribe my life by acceptable means
Seeking only that which was expected i would not recover
i pulled up short in any case no unexpected pleasure there
I found my self abyssmal lost desite my gains
What once seemed pearl lies now rank with sadness crying
Sap seeps like crimson ooze through fractured pore and shell
It is my lot i lament
starved as I am aquainted
My hunger proffered fed
for all pretense lays wasted
Not sustanance to fill a peice
a grey and slender meger lot
to apease such grusome fever
I have come now to believe
only now,
that this life,
this unmentionable life,
is inescapable
This monstrous once adventure has now,
as with all nagging things in the world,
become a part of the very essence of who I am
or what i have become today
Having used every ounce of strength,
every miniscule touch of intellectual presence
i once thought I possessed
to try to reconcile this insidious hunger
to banish it into nocturnal dampness
or embrace it in my light,
i have been thus far ineffective
and remain so ....
The missives of mummers
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The missives of mummers
You are not the problem. You are the unfortunate recipient of the terrible consequences of someone else's unchecked problems.
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Re: The missives of mummers
Your poem really drew me in, Slyph.
Thank you for posting it.
Thank you for posting it.
All women are beautiful. Period.
I deserve better than survival.
I deserve better than survival.