Craving Sorrow

And yet I craved the wretched sting of sorrow . . .

Cursed be the highest heavens

whom granted I an artificial heart of woe

yet despite the glee freed of depression

I craved the wretched sting of sorrow

Amidst the flawless whom joyously sung

muzzled notes yet to be crooned formed despite bliss

antiangelic voices developed not by my tongue

but from the unspoken thoughts of my inner masochist

Damning me to suffer amongst the deceased

a realm destined to me from which the gods have bestown

yet rather than despair I achieved spiritual peace

for I was at last among my own

Author's Note

I haven't taking a liking to this . . . Maybe I'll scrape everything but the first stanza and start over in the future.
Photo courtesy of MroczniaK on Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Cynthia Man]

Um.. It maybe not something your style, yet I still like it a lot! I don't think you should rewrite the whole thing, I think you can just let it be, and just see it as a writing of a different feeling... Anyways, great work :)

[Tai Ryens]

Seems strained to me, as with all my newly crafted poetry. Considering all my new writes ARE written through the stage of writers block I am going through (for various reasons . . .), I am not surprised.

[Cynthia Man]

I think writer's block is something kinda helpful and bad in some way, it often makes myself discover more in the process :))) And I hope you'll go over your writers block soon :)

[Tai Ryens]

Writer's block is indeed a very insightful process, had it been that it is due only to a lack of idealism. The version I am trekking with not only robs me of every creative nerve in my body, but fatally scars my mental being as well.

[Cynthia Man]

I hope you'll get better soon... Just smile more each day and those hard times will go away....

[Tai Ryens]

I wish it were that simple.

[Cynthia Man]

It's not simple.. but smiling help,s even just a little...

[Baby Ricochet]

Doesn't feel like a Tai poem to me. "and yet I crave the wretched sting of sorrow" reads more like Tai than the lines of the poem do. Like if I wrote something sappy and romantic everyone would be like "What in the hell happened to Ricochet?"

[Tai Ryens]

I thought the same. It sounded far more gruesome in my head.