Breaking Point

Withered and old water,
Particle of new and conclusive time,
Stretched and torn truth of the matter,
Sacred yet betrayed like a foe of many,
Disturbed with visions of terrors night,
Nightmares sweaty in the lust,
Hoping I can reach the dust,
So I can linger on upward towards the skies,
Followed by the lies, hear me lecture,
With tears in my eyes,
Danger by the moment of life,
Desolate souls with no strength to create,
Voided Earth and black crystal moon,
The Sight of new and conclusive time,
Fulfilled yet not full,
Breathless for words never existed
Blood thickened like cement for the skin,
Frozen on blocks, captured in walls of hell,
Pacing Back and fourth to be heard never have I paced before,
Not knowing my destiny chases me through the years,
Configuring my legacy takes me through the pain,
Watching searching for hopeless causes,
I'm turning, not living, falling to die,
Vised in like a genie in a bottle,
Beating on my glass gold home,
Crying to come out, desperate of death,
Shadowed from comfort,
Incoherent in the zone of no return,
My breaking point,
The anger of new and conclusive time.

Reviews

[Gil]

Right poem! Powerful words, yet its hard to understand. good!

[QuietPoet]

I thought this piece was deep and you express yourself well in it. Very powerful words.