Chapter of Loathing

born of a writing prompt

My being has never been so consumed
Every thought and action
Is preoccupied with forgetting.

Moving on and going past
Has never seemed impossible
Until the very act of apathy
Seems a lofty goal.

Heart in a basket,
A poison apple
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the most blind of them all?

To smooth over and heal
Would be admitting defeat
Or being stronger than
Anyone thought.

So while the raw
Still echoes and throbs
I will silently mourn the mirage
Until the front we portray
Is reality again.

Reviews

[A.j. Dru]

Great Job again! I like the conflict of letting go vs. hanging on. I just find it to be such a universal feeling that nearly anyone should be able to relate to. It's really good. Thank you for posting. Keep up the great work.

[madmocha]

Wow. I don't know what occasioned such an explosion of emotion, but I felt it all the way over here-through my computer screen and all.
Powerful. I hope things are brighter these days. :)
Well written.