Tormentor with Three Faces

I am not sure I hit my point strong enough, so look for a possable part two. The feeling is that I am trapped inside me, and I can't be reached, its for the good of both parties.

 

I can’t comprehend the bases of your games

My goal is simple, Survival

I see you all as I walk

Carelessly you pass me

You see me as weak and frail

Everyone passes the meek

A new face pushes its way out of my flesh

Crawling under my skin till it reaches out to greet you

Now I seem strange and alien

Now my thoughts are incoherent

My goal is abnormal, Survival

I suppress myself deep inside my heart

My burning, pain searing heart

A flame so powerful that nothing can enter

But no emotion can leave

Now I feel nothing

You talk to me, and I grin

You look at me, and I look away

Now I feel coldly logical to my need

My need of self preservation

My goal is abstract, Survival

I died once inside

I can’t die again

And I remain strong to my will

The will that manifests a face

The will that hides my true nature

The man that is weak, and meek

My goal stays the same, Survival

Each face warding you away

Each new face tormenting

Each new face presenting a new self delusion

Flesh breaking, heart burning

Shell cracking, mind bending

Soul tormented

Reviews

[SM Davis]

Your imagery here is impeccable. The message is clear. Where differences in one another were once celebrated, now those same differences are used as weapons one against the other. supremacy is stated...differences and values are annihilated, and the worst of all, isolation seems to be the goal. We are social creatures by design, yet, we, as a human race, seem to do everything we can to prevent socialization. It is tormenting that we cannot celebrate the differences we see in others and use those differences as an opportunity to learn...to educate ourselves on the benefits of differing opinions and lifestyles. How is it that one lifestyle works for you and yet it doesn't for me? How is it that one level of education (higher education not withstanding) affects me differently than it does you and the effects of that education produces a differing cause and effect on each and every person's way of life.

that should be a cause for celebration, not destruction.

well done. (as she steps off her soap box)

[Celtic Cat]

Soul torment indeed!!! Isn't it sad how all are not greeted with brotherly smiles as we pass. this world is full of orphans who have lost their way when all we really have to do is open our eyes to see that we are all the same, all connected. I was just reading a very interesting bit on masks and the magical way they can transform us, and this piece shows that aspect well. I love each new definition of survival but in the end isn't that the basic need that prevails? Perhaps not always, as there are those who would give their life to save another but that is a trained line of thinking, not a natural one.

This piece leaves me with a very cold and lonely feeling and makes me want to give you a hug and tell you it is ok. Unfortunately, I'm not really sure all is ok as this crazy mixed up world seems to embrace the chaos that is ensuing, but in my hearts of hearts at the very least I can say I wish you the best.

Love~~

[Dorchadas]

Brutally honest show of emotion... a show of true strength.
Absolutely amazing imagery.
Wow... this one really took my breath away... sad but beautiful.

[Gandré]

I loved this:
The will that manifests a faceThe will that hides my true natureThe man that is weak, and meekMy goal stays the same, SurvivalEach face warding you away-------------------------for this was really telling me, no man may earn his heart's desire, until first he fights to control the fire......

and I loved this:
Flesh breaking, heart burningShell cracking, mind bendingSoul tormented-----------all one after another it was strong, piercing, bouncing,
Yes the important things in live always happen by accident so this breaking out the shell....and finding out ... and releaze thoughts... will happen only by chance !

loved the honesty of your poem !! wide-open spaces, now when everything cracked.