Choking on the metaphor (broken cliche)

A fav of mine from a couple years ago.

If truer words
Were never spoken
Then this heart
Again beats broken.

Choking on the metaphor
As the moment holds the frame
Breathless, moving forward
To escape the winds of blame.
Still their cold air presses tightly
Leaving little room to gasp
Knowing little solace
Seeing causes creep in from the past.
Without shelter from the current
I slip beneath the surface
Unable to alter circumstances
For I know I deserve this.
Open my eyes to look behind me
Before it all fades into black.
It is here tomorrow finds me
In echoes of what I cannot give back.

Choking on the metaphor
As the moment holds betrayed
Breathless, standing silent
Here a broken frail cliché.
Still the wind’s cold air presses
With the bitterness of blame
And in it’s wrath I am shaken
By the sparks that struck the flame.
Still bound beneath the current
Solemnly glancing to the surface
Haunted by these circumstances
Knowing that I earned this.
Close my eyes to look no longer
Upon all that which I lack.
Fearing the price that makes me stronger
In echoes of what I cannot give back!

If truer words
Were never spoken
Then this heart
Again beats broken.
Realizing
All too late
The tragic twist
The hands of fate.

Choking on the metaphor
As the moment holds no more
Breathless, falling fainter
As the tragic set the score.
Still the wind’s cold air presses
Bitter like the last.
Knowing the instigations linger
From beyond the past.
Forever trapped beneath the current
No hopes to rise above the surface
Branded by the circumstances
And I know that I deserve this.
Curse my eyes for what they’ve shown me
Along this tortured track
Parted from the purpose that owns me
In echoes of what I cannot give back!

If truer words
Were never spoken
Then this heart
Again beats broken.
Innocently
In the wake
As the tragic twist
The hands of fate!

Choking on the metaphor
As the moment moves un-stayed.
Breathless, forever silent
Here a broken, frail cliché!

(3/14/05)

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

I have no idea why but for some reason this reminded me of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner." Perhaps its the meter which gives is a noble feel through either way I liked it. I also like the subtle use of repetitions and rhyme through out...a pleasant mix.

Some elements of Poe here as well -

"Choking on the metaphor
As the moment holds no more
Breathless, falling fainter
As the tragic set the score."

bravo