Settle Down, Confused One

This is about one trying to find companionship. Eventually the character finds some sort of love, though I haven't determined whether I want him to find someone in the story to love, as opposed to just inviting the reader to love.

Follow with diligence,

As you’re putting yourself in a place with no walls or floors,

This is a place without names for things,

Where nothing ever matters.

 

Floating away, one comes to understand,

And fascinate so frantically,

Over sorrow and fury that which hell hath no.

 

This is what it means to be me:

A frail, broken piece of thrown up garbage,

Dressed to impress and given a title.

 

In my own time, I reflect,

On the fact that I am forever alone,

Though I’m reaching for companionship,

I fear I will never find it,

As I put forward my hand,

Palm open,

With a convivial smile on my face.

 

Will we go together?

Take my hand, darling, and let us impel onwards to find out.

 

Reviews

[LlamaLord]

A great piece of writing to put it simply. But just about every line has something interesting and worth reading which makes the reader keep reading.

"This is what it means to be me:

A frail, broken piece of thrown up garbage,

Dressed to impress and given a title."
A very strong part right there. I really like how you said " 'frail' broken piece of thrown up garbage". Adding the word "frail" adds a lot of meaning to how you feel about it. Anyway, very nice piece.

[Darlin]

Like I said before, this is a great poem and I'm jealous!!! :)