GreatA Poem by Kyle A. Smith
Great The fact of the matter is That I fucked up; Literally, and figuratively. An excuse to all, And a memory to none. The breaker and once always; The broken. In essence, a tear is my will. And my blood, And beat, The signature. Stomach to well up, Dry and shut. What to do now Instead of fix? Finding no way thus, Why have I stopped the flow?; The ride? Not to try… Mockery is my name today, And for this, all days to come. I can’t even begin to say Five lettered word so much. Meaning to value Equals none now due to Overexposure. She won’t believe, But to criticize And run Will be the game becoming. But mostly is breaking And the ideal to prove. Not for emotion. No no, something much more In worth. Much much more then everything and all Even god, Whom not to be afraid of. A friend to be willed. Nor a demonic conjured. But that of her. I to prove this? This out of all such? But my f*****g love? Thanks but no thanks. Tis my turn to run from pain, The summon Amnia, My mirror of torment, A terrifying being To reflect my own. Bow my head in reverence, For this grave of love. I won’t put to rest yet, Nor marathon such thinking… But put it away. I wish for no more pain, No more firing From either side. A world created, Based on foundations of hearts. We can’t even stop the rivers now From turning to blood dealing the bleeding. My words fall to deaf, And the worlds within, Quake these roofs. The shelter I found in said arms. I am conquered. I am failed. I am out of love. To keep such… Foreboding retirement From you my loving… I must for us both. To deal with sorry’d swords, And a crimsoned blade Together. This is the idea of the fight. The fight for me. The fight for you. The fight for us. Give me up, not. Or I shall join the dead; And Abaddon I become. © 2008 Kyle A. SmithFeatured Review
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Added on February 7, 2008AuthorKyle A. SmithMIAboutThe only thing that i truly know that drives me is my music, the rest is just all jumbled together with everything, and it all seems to be connected. What I get out of that, is trials, dreams, love, a.. more..Writing
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