![]() SuccumbingA Poem by Thoctar![]() Another addition to my trilogy that started with Flames of Hatred (Wow this is getting long!)![]() Succumbing Here I lie under the sun Majestic golden orb of light Life-giving, earth-shattering, beautiful And yet I am succumbing I’ve been given wealth I have all the possessions I could ever need I live neither in poverty, nor hunger And yet I am succumbing I look upon all of them around me The blinded, shuffling masses Going about their lives And yet I am succumbing I have endured the Flames of Hatred I have disintegrated into nothingness and resurrected myself I have broken out of the ice of indifference And yet I am succumbing And what did I succumb to? Complacency, self-assurance, arrogance Overvaluing myself and what I thought I knew When really I knew nothing And now I look back upon those times I could have made all the difference Fallen not into false hopes But to see the truth If I could have been happy And not succumbed To hubris, to overvaluation Pretending I was a hero Complacency Laziness I refuse to make an effort Thinking that if I just waited It would all work out in my favour And yet…if only I could have waited At the crucial moment And spared them so much pain And now I am succumbing Passing it on to all who surround me Run, run while you can My rotting corpse is a death trap If only I could have stopped myself I would not be succumbing I would not be dying And killing all those who surround me Bringing them down with me Why, why did I have to do this? If only I could have stopped….. I would not have succumbed I would not be succumbing I have survived all else… I have endured the Flames of Hatred I have disintegrated into nothingness and resurrected myself I have broken out of the ice of indifference And yet I am succumbing Why now? Why ever? I cannot bring them down with me I refuse to bring them down with me
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Added on December 10, 2010 Last Updated on December 10, 2010 Author![]() ThoctarNew Liskeard, Northern Ontario, CanadaAboutInterested in history, politics, ideology, really anything intelligent. Always willing to accept criticism, I can only get better. I write poems occasionally, I never saw them as good, but some friend.. more..Writing
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