Staid

Voices murmuring,

I'm still in a thickened haze.

Scaling this mountain.

Lying through life unaware of the days.

I'm simple, singular,

Fraught with fear.

By reason of the treasure I witnessed,

I won't let anyone near.

So I bristle with anger,

Cynical for a break.

Knowing I will always be,

Someone elses' mistake.

I cannot stress enough,

The man I am not.

The friends I have lost,

In the fights I've fought.

Breaking to move forward,

Gaining with the loss.

Entombed in confusion,

Suffering the frost.

The beauty surrounds me,

But I cannot look.

I have to go through with,

The path that I took.

Never enough,

But going on still.

Making do without,

Save for the morals instilled.

But even they fade,

When I trust in my heart.

Because the part that I guard,

Is my most frenetic part.

So I grate on people,

To keep them away.

Through silence and insults,

I pass the day.

One has caught on,

And another is getting sight.

I'm losing my hold.

Please return to the knight.

My pleas and begging,

Fall to the gutter and die.

Unravelling the seam,

Revealing the "I don't care" lie.

Please keep my mask,

A choreographed act.

I won't let myself be broken by another again,

I will never go back.

You taught me your lessons,

I show that I know.

I went where I was supposed to,

Even though you didn't want me to go.

God, I am begging you,

Don't break me anymore,

I beg to be alone,

Leave me on the floor.

I will walk away,

You don't have to suffer my presence.

No more of my troubles,

My solitary sentence.

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Stress the Man you are...
A great piece, as most poets are strongest when expressing the "down"... I am quite interested in seeing what your other emotions are. Release them, dear poet, and let us see the true MULTIPLICITY that lies within you.

[yellow devil]

You know how you think that if you do one thing in life, you can control a little bit of other parts of your life? Before I signed off yesterday, I pressed the "Keep Item Unpublished" button because I wasn't done.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Lol.... And so it goes, you don't truly have control. Exposure comes when HE/SHE decides it is time... We are merely the vessels that carry out His will.
His Warriors my friend.

[yellow devil]

This vessel is broken, not useless, just broken. Any vessel can hold water, no matter how broken. Would one not rather have a few drops of water if stranded in a desert no matter how broken said vessel is? And maybe those few drops are enough to get stranded being to an oasis of life. Once again, not a Warrior, a knight. One who follows orders given. Always number three I will be. As for other emotions, they will come when HE/SHE decides it is time for me to express them. (HE/SHE is a SHE , by the way.)

[Priscilla Sayers]

Lol