Misery

There is a plan; a twisted path,
That we are lost upon.
It coils like the twists of a hurricane.
Nature's wrath; the irony is lost upon us.
Fish drown in air and the prey needs a predator.
Madness is our blessing; choice is our curse.

Words crushed like autumn's gown
Of colours; the father still loves her
Until the end of the beginning
Where the only end is then and never.
The call for justice goes unanswered.
Misery; the state we revel in.

Reviews

[R. L. Hill]

Ugh. Where do I begin? This poem is so packed with punches that I feel I am going to be bruised all over by the time I finish this review. I had to read this multiple times because I kept picking up a new hint of meaning with each new pass over the words. The lines themselves are almost sporadic in though which makes the poem as a whole jarring. I love that about it particularly. The images spring to life as well in vivid colors. My favorite lines: "Until the end of the beginning/Where the only end is then and never." Stunning, truly. I read those two lines over and over because they hung so low in the depths that I didn't get it at first. I would have never originally associated life as being nothing but a compilation of miserable circumstances, but then again, that is truth, is it not? Clever, clever, sir.

[Luke Rawlings]

Thank you, I worked solidly on this one for a while and was influenced by a friend of mine. You keep reflecting on my quote that poetry communicates before it is understood; any more flattery and I will have to shush you ^.^ It is all about perception. It is only negative if you perceive it to be. If suffering is inevitable, should we not cherish the happy moments more?

[R. L. Hill]

A question to puzzle the nations. You'll have to shush me eventually, by the way.

[Luke Rawlings]

I am but a man. I will never shush flattery to this ego of mine :')

[R. L. Hill]

[Calissa Knox]

This is a deep and insightful piece of writing, yet there's a simplicity to it.
The beginning is perfect because it grabbed my attention right away, and drew me into the story.

Your words painted a vivid picture.
I liked your stanza, "Words crushed like autumn's gown
Of colours; the father still loves her".

Very beautiful poetry!

[Luke Rawlings]

Thank you! Expect reviews incoming ^.^

[Calissa Knox]

You're welcome; I meant every word. :)