I move through the halls of my mind as the memories echo I try to understand just understand
I hear myself calling out so many words so many feelings
And I cant let go long enough to hear my heart fall again and again
Dropping, hearing my self run I feel that cold breath on my shoulder
So I breathe harder waiting to see something
substantial
something worthwhile
Only the last moments whisper on my tender breath Singing softly that Immense redemption that ive sought these long cold years
When i look to your face all I see is your eyes
That cold green stare, When you look right through me and see Every past memory with disgust, looking down upon me with The deepest sorrow under your breath
I've reached down as far as I can to save this. To look into you purely as your own mind, and know as much as I ever can that I have found Forgiveness
But I know no God And I know no Evil
Does this mean i know no good I cant make up in my mind The raucous words that need to be said. I cant find the serene words that must be spoken
so I sit in silence Waiting for the remainder of your thoughts, So when you stare so lightly asking me a simple question I wont look at you with horror and contemplate the world
I dont know what to think about when so many thoughts Stalk through my mind like giants Smashing stars, I cant quiet my mind long enough to find the meaning of this.
Maybe somewhere someone will understand, and I will be at peace, if anything will ever make sense to me again.
One empathizes w/the twists and turns of this piece, the search for emotional connection.
What horrifies me is how most people seem absolutely unqualified to give one another what they, yes, desperately, need -- a sense of soul connection in a hollow hive of pointlessness.
Yet we persist, feeling there HAS to be SOMEBODY to really connect with.
"Maybe somewhere someone will understand,
and I will be at peace,
if anything will ever make sense
to me again."
"I dont know what to think when so many thoughts
Stalk through my mind like giants
Smashing Stars,
I cant quiet my mind long enough to find the meaning of this"
what you describe in this poem is the reason that i used to take drugs...it quietened the incessant questions and internal monologue....i was my own personal film noir...a junky sam spade treading the cracks in sidewalks / alleys / shadow realms...enjoyed this for it's intensity and affectation your words bring to a mind not easily affected...
Hello :)
My name is Desiree.
What brings me to this website is my love for poetry and storytelling. At this time I consider myself more of a poet, than a writer or author.
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