MaskA Poem by Mrs ManiaI wrote this poem, "Mask" on October 26, 2016.~Mask~ By: Paige Taylor All I want to do is be
free. Free from what? I do not know. From my demons? From my scars? Or perhaps maybe free from myself? All I know is that I am
living in hell And I am hereby
volunteering to stay. When I open my eyes, all
that I seem to recognize is grief. In times of great
despair, my soul longs to draw you near. But my heart is just too
far gone, far beyond repair And hope is just a mere
illusion. Every night I dream, But all of my final
thoughts seem to end in agony and in suffering; it is a vicious cycle to be
sure. So why do I sigh in
relief whenever I close my eyes? I lure myself into a
trembling sense of anxiety; Filled with soft voices
and night terrors, Self-destructive
tendencies have just always seemed to enlighten me. It is like fighting for
breath, and yet, Not allowing yourself the
option of breathing. Thinking, ‘maybe if I
bleed, it will give me all the answers that I would ever need.’ And so I decided, That I would reach for a
razor, Instead of reaching for
hope. Pain had soon become
pleasure And pleasure had become
the only reasonable way to cope. I degraded myself to that
of a lesser being; After all, I thought that
this was the girl that everyone else was seeing. In that sense, could you
still say that “seeing is believing”? All that you are able to
see, is what I allow for you to see. With the understanding
that it may, or may not be, real. Still now, as the Musick
continues to waver in my trembling hands, My darkest memories will
forever linger. The notes will moan, and
the melody will suddenly come to a screeching stop. Instead of applause, There will be nothing but
silence. In essence, I had desperately tried
so hard to make them all understand; That when words cut like
knives, people suffer. ~~~ Even in times of
desperate Manic, In which I seemed to be
the most lucidly hysterical, I was perfectly content
in allowing my mind to wander; To a place so dark and so
sad, it’d seem a miracle Alas! I gone mad. While being left alone, I sometimes cringed at
the seams of my own laughter. My miraculous mind, An antagonizing Master- Deprived me of life And dare I say death- Was my last encounter Of one final breath. Taking on the most of
what is unbearable, Seems to be just mere
human nature. Inducing ourselves
through pain and trauma, We can allow ourselves to
continue our saga. For if we never endure
hardships, Then living would mean
nothing And to live without a
purpose, is the same as being dead. We must bask in the glory
in what it means to love or to be loved, Knowing that we will
never truly understand the difference. When hearts are spared, We are bound to
ignorance. When minds wander, our
thoughts seem to collide; Leaving us still in an
endless bliss. © 2020 Mrs Mania |
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Added on September 11, 2017 Last Updated on April 21, 2020 AuthorMrs ManiaRoanoke, VAAboutHi there! As far as genres go, my preference leans more towards short stories and poetry. I tend to really appreciate works that are both thought-provoking and inspiring. My favorite writings tend to.. more..Writing
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