Qimar [Gamble]

I ask why.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why do I hear a strangled whimper everytime I thrust my bare feet against the soil, the sickening thorny chocker around my neck chained in more unbreakable metal, hauling me back to an unpleasant reality?

 

Why do I gasp as I'm viciously yanked back and away from the beautifully sorrowful rain cloud I yearn for, my limp arms and legs grinded against the pebbles, leaving cuts and stings around the corners, to quickly heal and resurrect?

 

Why do I learn a new weakness everytime I try to fasten my feet and challenge the jeering clanking of the rusted metal?

 

Why do I end up in tears and sniffles of overwhelm everytime I promise never to cry again?

 

Why do I feel congealed in the eyes of those who outwardly view me, everytime I try to breathe and walk forward, certain that I can be what I want to be?

 

Why do I realize I am lost in the fog and smoke and dust everytime I trace an unwavering track from my ignorant piece of innocence?

 

Why do I confine the pure want to live and trouble my thoughts with the artificial judgmental right or wrong, forgetting the soul of serenity and liberty?

 

Why do I ask just to stare back at a wretched echo?

 

Why do we gamble away a lifetime seeking the truth of who we are?

Author's Note

*Image: Gamble
*by ~LukeeeB
*Link: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=gamble#/d1zpfhi

Reviews

[M.Babu]

"Why do I learn a new weakness everytime I try to fasten my feet and challenge the jeering clanking of the rusted metal?"

So many things that inhibit our true potential and accentuates our faults. You've really outdone yourself with this piece and i loved how the persona's problems bad habits and mistakes anchor them down to a spot where they are ever revolving over time. This was a fantastic piece---> straight to my favorites.

You are becoming one of my favorite writers on this site. (STANDING OVATION!!)

[iamkim]

this is a very ice write! a powerful piece! thank you so much for sharing!

[Matthew Kult]

it seems as if you are being kept down, treated like a beast that we keep in the backyard. Treated like less than an equal, and I ask you why, why would you allow yourself to be treated so badly?

Why can't you be what you want to be? Empty promises to yourself, empty dreams of possibilities and desires that seem so far away...Great write, great flow. It's definately a poem that you can take literally, as i have. Or as a metaphor who the inner struggle to break out from the chains that we bind ourselves with. Great work.

Always,

Matthew