Painful Truth

A poem that I wrote a while ago, and stays meaningful to me to this day.

I open the already gaping hole,

And embrace the fractured chill.

I tear open wide my emptied soul,

And accept the vengeant thrill.

As my putrid heart beats through hell

With a stained and sorrowing spite,

It sits inside its ill-fitting cell

And attacks at the bars with a bite.

He calls himself the Noble King,

But cuts and spits at the slave.

His body’s a spider woven by strings,

And his mind is a bottomless grave.

And as frozen, gut wrenching breaths spew out

of my wretched and lifeless chest,

He puts his boot on my broken snout

And gives me a final test.

“I give you a tasteless liberty,

Wash it down with some disdainful pride.

For you have nothing to fear but fear itself!

Why do you still try to hide?”

So I spit on his sole and cursed at his face

and asked, “Why do you not let him reap?

For you’re scared of the day when he’ll put you in place!”

Then I wailed as the knife cut me deep.

He laughed and said “You’ve passed your ordeal,

Now spread your frail arms wide

And say hello to an old friend you’ve come to forget

Despite always being by your side!”

So I accepted Death with a tear from my eye

For I have welcomed him since my youth.

For while life was always a beautiful lie,

Death was always my painful truth.

Reviews

[BlaqkShadow]

I adore this! I love the personification of Death, as being both our greatest enemy and a constant companion, and the mix of feelings and thoughts we have when perceiving or awaiting death.
It shows so well how death can be viewed as a dismal dark end or just a better and new beginning, I relate to this poem all too well.
It is worded beautifully and flows with a fantastic rhythm. Astounding!

[nk36n37e]

Thank you so much! I really love how you understand a lot of my major themes and elements. Much appreciated, as always. Thanks shadow!

-Noah