Midst; by Brianna Bragg

Understand is not to accept.

In the midst of the battle field 

a box that lies in it 
is known as my life 
an epiphany contorts itself 
creating a monstrosity of illogical proportions 
penetrating my mind 
eking its poison

through. Out. Me.

 

In the midst of my life 
rising up is emotion 
fixated to a point of no return 
a point like a needle that has nothing to lose 
but the threat of preposterous-y    
that have sewn stitches of egotism and erotica 
laced with the boundaries of self worth

 

In the midst of this twisted creativity 
that knows no self restraint 
in the hollow of these midst’s 
lays my dignity 
lies my pride 
lays the me that cannot be 
lies the immortality of the life 
that was never led 
that will 
never be 
led

 

Immortality does not exist 
not in these midst’s 
it does not allow my body to conform 
does not allow my spirit the luxury 
of living a life for my own 
of healing my soul for my own 
of hearing my body scream out 
in agony

 

In the midst of all of this 
that splatters itself on my pages 
all of this that boasts its prideful ways 
of hope and joy and honesty 
never will it be entrusted 
again never it will 
hold the power of wisdom 
that enabled me to continue in lies 
to continue in living this life 
as the lie that contorted me 

 

The rage of my spirit has gone 
gone unanswered 
unwanted 
indescribable now that is 
gone 

 

desire me! 
 

Uncensored me! 
 

Savor me! 
 

Understand me!

 

Understand me!

 

Understand me.

 

Please..

Author's Note

ignore grammar & spelling. see me speak.

Reviews

[Mountain Dawn]

Great Writing! Expressive and intelligent.