Powerless

Powerless

A Poem by Wynter Ignatius
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Yes, meanings are more than the words that are chosen...

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This life seems such a fruitless endeavor,
Fallow harvest the only bounty garnered
Spoiled, rotten and decay waist deep
Death birthed on budding spring tree
Blackened blossoms filling the winds
As the reaper stands in wait for me

The false pretense with my choice chances
Sacrifice only leads to wounding myself
Letting go of that which holds me together
Dragging my feet along to upbeat song
A slow waltz to my inexorable demise
Take my hand and I'll show you the vortex

This free-fall from the orbit's darkest edge
Heated reentry fails to devour my anatomy
Tears only provide sting to my heart and soul
Plumeting from statosphere of thick sorrows
Inevibility of ending face-first upon the earth
Destined to fail even this lofty self-destruction

Digging my own grave with my dirty hands
Hand over fist, dirt under nails, muddy knees
Only regret is for not starting up this sooner
Taking care for the creature comforts present
Laughing along with my own high noon shadow
As ground below me open in loving embrace

Not a drop of energy surges through my home
Darkness the only blanket I cover myself with
Pack of vultures the silence that bite and sting
Cacaphomy of heartbeats deafening and drowing
Good intentions just poured over my catacomb
As I rest my laurels on points I know will fail

The pyre burning of dead kings that I desire
Reflection of fire in my eyes a patterned dream
To bathe in the ash of the world set ablaze
Somewhere between the literal and the figurative
Chaos the only lover that has never truly left me
Lying to myself as I lie down with my own mistakes

© 2014 Wynter Ignatius


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"Somewhere between the literal and the figurative
Chaos the only lover that has never truly left me
Lying to myself as I lie down with my own mistakes"

We all make mistakes. It is a travesty if we let them define us in the negative. We should learn some lessons and pattern new dreams in the literal and figurative. Bravo...................


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wynter Ignatius

10 Years Ago

My favorite part of this piece too - my endings are my strong point when even I can see it.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

Yep. You are welcome...:)......................



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"Somewhere between the literal and the figurative
Chaos the only lover that has never truly left me
Lying to myself as I lie down with my own mistakes"

We all make mistakes. It is a travesty if we let them define us in the negative. We should learn some lessons and pattern new dreams in the literal and figurative. Bravo...................


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wynter Ignatius

10 Years Ago

My favorite part of this piece too - my endings are my strong point when even I can see it.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

Yep. You are welcome...:)......................

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Wynter Ignatius
Wynter Ignatius

La Crosse, WI



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Wynter is a chaotic mess that has a particular knack for the written word and getting into people's heads. Trespassing aside, he currently works two jobs, is father to two wonderful kids, and has mult.. more..

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