No Rest For The Weary

One of the most emotional, reflective pieces I have ever written. Read with caution. It is powerful.

Look at what I've become. I scatter the broken pieces of my soul, putting them on display for all to see. They covet them, finding within them the words they never had the courage to put forth; the emotions they dare not show, even in darkness and desolation.

 Am I truly the last of a dying breed? Cast into a world so corrupt and impure that I look upon my own shining heart with disgust. Who am I? These memories that haunt my dreams, my very being relentlessly, seem to know me all too well; Though I don't know myself. I know only of pain, and lost love, and hope, that is fighting within my frozen hands so desperately to live. Just to survive.

 My very touch reflects my emotions, remembering a time when I was ravaged by the chilling embrace of sobering reality and the loneliness I felt as I stood still in the snow, trying to close the open wounds in my chest. I remember such trials. I remember fading back into my mind, trying to capture the true meaning of what it is to love, and how it fought mercilessly to flee, striking me with furious blows. Never ceasing to free itself from my grasp, exhausted as we were. Look at what I've become...

Author's Note

Constructive criticism always welcomed.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. No rest for the weary.
"Am I truly the last of a dying breed? Cast into a world so corrupt and impure that I look upon my own shining heart with disgust. Who am I? "
Hard to see the good in our world sometimes. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Taylor_McCutcheon]

Beautifully written and masterfully thought out. You are truley a great writer.

[Shirlena]

Your expression is very languid and bittersweet. It makes the reader, well some of us, want to see you/the character, rescued from an agonizing prison the character seems to have backed himself into...the funny thing is we all do it and it can be hard to recover from when you're in this kind of anguish especially from love. You are killing softly.

[K.N. Lorenzen]

A very sad, yet beautiful and moving poem. It reached the depths of my heart and brains.
Well done, Oncecoveted!

K.

[Kalen Luciano]

Interesting style to me. I liked the piece even though I am not a huge fan of deciphering love, it still was a good read

[Cutmyhairplease]

This is really beautiful, I usually don't like free verse poetry, as the rhythm is harder to capture and I see it more as prose, but you're talent has made it so enjoyable to read
On the 6th line, maybe you should add a comma after 'being' and before 'relentlessly'? But its up toyou how you want it to be read ofc