These crippling phantasmagorias of my mind never cease.
And I’m left to wonder if I’ll ever see peace.
Flecks of debris whirl around me,
And in this maelstrom, yours is the only face I see.
Amber hues, pale in comparison,
Sheen over your reflection…
And I’m begging you to stay.
As I'm wishing you away.
Flickering images cascade around me.
Of you, holding me.
Of you, loving me.
Of you, hating me.
Of you, leaving me.
Illusions, all of them.
You never loved me.
You never hated me.
You only held me,
And you surely left me.
“Please…” I plead into the echoes of my conscience,
“Make it stop…”
And I swear I can hear laughter in the shadows--
Mocking me.
This is not a dream…
No, this is a nightmare.
And I cannot escape,
As there is no light at the end of the tunnel...
No, there will be no light for me.
Not now--
Not ever.
Weakened by my own malignancy,
Left indifferent by my own disgrace,
I fall to my knees,
In shame.
What God-awful sin did I commit to deserve this?
But in the back of my mind, I know;
It is the sin not yet named,
The most wretched of them all.
For starters, welcome back (as far as I know).
This poem is quite strong, in both the tone and in the imagery. In the first stanza, I find the image particularly powerful, because of the vivid imagery. "flecks of debris whirl around me/and in this maelstorm, yours is the only face I see." This part was nice. Overall, the piece is just rich. I wonder if you notice that if you leave every sentence capitalized, it reads different than if some sentences were uncapitalized.
"and I swear I can hear laughter in the shadows, mocking me" - very interesting here, visual as well, which I like. The midsection, stanza 2 - 5 reflects each other-as if a mirror... the only difference in part of it is that a section is developed, instead of keeping the reader wonder what truly was said and done. a "reflection" section so to speak. Also, the end is also thought provoking to me. "its a sin to love?" I like how the poem ended, it just makes a loop to the central idea about love.
I certainly like it.
You are sincerely talented-- and have a way of wording and sentence structure that justifies the means..
the meaning itself draws upon a universal understanding of love..but more so what it means to be in deep
infatuation toward another..unrequited desire.. reflecting in fire light the those attached things the
heart still yearns for..romance is the core of this writing.. naturally.. and what does it mean to fall into
affection..its the shedding of emotions that are dying..to be reborn in better times.. this beautifully done
This is, by far, the most touching poem I've read, yet. It's... Amazing! I got chills nearly half-way through.
Major kudos, Dear. This is in my top 3 favorites of the many I've read.
I am no professional but I think your writing is excellant and so REAL, you make me hurt just reading what you write (a good thing in this case). I think somehow we are linked, you write what I'd like to be able to say. Good Work Raye. Windy
Overall I like the piece, mainly though I like the first stanza, the rhyming sequence is one I like. Interesting structure for the rest of the poem, the flow is somewhat broken, as if someone is thinking or reflecting, giving an air of dramatic pause. This feeling portrayed I enjoyed. Though I am not sure if that was what you wished to achieve...
For starters, welcome back (as far as I know).
This poem is quite strong, in both the tone and in the imagery. In the first stanza, I find the image particularly powerful, because of the vivid imagery. "flecks of debris whirl around me/and in this maelstorm, yours is the only face I see." This part was nice. Overall, the piece is just rich. I wonder if you notice that if you leave every sentence capitalized, it reads different than if some sentences were uncapitalized.
"and I swear I can hear laughter in the shadows, mocking me" - very interesting here, visual as well, which I like. The midsection, stanza 2 - 5 reflects each other-as if a mirror... the only difference in part of it is that a section is developed, instead of keeping the reader wonder what truly was said and done. a "reflection" section so to speak. Also, the end is also thought provoking to me. "its a sin to love?" I like how the poem ended, it just makes a loop to the central idea about love.
I certainly like it.
Just a lover of words--
A poet of sorts...
A soul, who knows what it's like--
To lose.
I'll be nineteen soon, and I've been doing recreational writing for about eight years now, though I was discoura.. more..