Inescapable

Warped by a historical context

My mind shackled and tormented  

Wrapping myself in my own arms

trying to console my memories

trying to consult the hazy comfort

desperately trying to smash through a glass ceiling

 

The pathological remnants of a parade

soaked in a storm of despair

slowly decaying to the sound of faint war drums

 

I remember seeing my reflection in those eyes

as the tears willingly trickled down the face I fell in love with

I never knew I could clench my fists so tight

 

The laborious nature of closure

standing over my fractured body

openly mocking my aspiration bellowing

“We will never be acquainted”  

 

Elegantly told tall tales

In an all-out war with closure  

embrace me with a savoury demeanour

playing it’s dusty reel on the brick walls surrounding me

 

Time

All I need is time

 

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

WOW! This is amazing, Jayren!

A seriously gripping write, filled with sadness and intensity.
I believe your intelligence shines within every line...
you are an emotive writer with skills, my dear friend.

Well expressed!~xoxo~:)

[Just Jayren]

Doctor! Under you I feel very weel trained!

[Andrea Mouser]

Closure is hard. can bring reader to a dark place where we can fall and gain strength

[MoriartyMesa]

Some edits are needed, but i like the over all message and theme.

[Coyote Poetry]

"The pathological remnants of a parade
soaked in a storm of despair
slowly decaying to the sound of faint war drums"
Closure is hard. Some people are permanent scars we maintain forever. The above lines took the reader to a dark place where we can fall or gain strength. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Just Jayren]

Thank you, the whole concept of the poem centered around that passage

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and its worked out..

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is very thought provoking my friend.Excellently penned :)

[Just Jayren]

Thank you!

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome ;-)