Chaos

Is it myself?

I don't know anymore

with those fingers reaching

towards the water, dropping

with those pale skinned fingers

and those dark lovely eyes

and that long dark hair

and those soft pink lips

trembling trembling

bliss

but no

Is it myself?

But yes,

it is

does she look the same?

No,

Does she whimper?

Oh yes,

Can she feel?

Can she think?

Fingers reaching

towards water, dripping

extend, reach, beyond that point

no turning back now

there is no turning back now

One more step to fall

one more step to end

one more step to fall

over the edge

and back again.

No turning back, there is no turning back

its deep, deep, deeper

it's hollow and empty

and spaces unclean

and thoughts too lonely and gruesome

but...

She reaches

with pale skinned fingers

and brown iris eyes

and deep dark depression

but no time to cry

and no fear to feed

and no life to give

Is it still me?

Oh no

but,

Oh, God---

Yes. 

Author's Note

Neh, this took forever cuz my computer is being stupid. Happy Turkey Day to whoever is reading this :P This is another one of those mental exercise poems, I guess, it started out as one and then...Idk, I picked it up from there, ya know?

Review please and let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

I agree with the title....this was a little Chaotic to read, all the emotions and contradictions...and so much duality. Which writer's have an abundance of. You definately spilled much thought into this, and i say great job....these mental excersizes do work wonders for the creative side, explaining them can be confusing though..!!

keep it up:) your work is great!!