ReflectionsA Poem by not_quite_thereFree Verse, About the confusing parts of life, and how people perceive themselves...As I look at the sun sinking
below the shivering horizon, I think about my life: the
feelings I’ll never admit, the changes I’ve made, and the thoughts chasing each
other endlessly through the recesses of my mind… Some people may call it awkward, strange, uncanny The way that I am. The sky it darkens, dusk in the
twilight, A million pinpricked spotlights
all singling me out. I know I’m a kind of my own. What
kind that is? I don’t quite know. For a second I know. I’m absolutely
positive, I’m sure. The reason a heart breaks, the
perfect words to say, the dead left unbroken, the crying girl alone on the
bench, the couple who stares blankly across the table never quite meeting their eyes. Not arrogant, no. They come to
me. They tell me their souls. Holding the hands, catching the
tears, knowing my dearest’s most personal fears… The creatures emerge. It is that
nocturnal time. Surrounded by life, yet crowdingly
alone. The silence taunts me, challenges
me so. When it comes to me, I suddenly
don’t know. Who gets my soul and where does
it go? I feel this is my moment, and I
begin to let go: “I, too, feel an emptiness, have
secrets in me” Broken and saddened and nobody
knows. How will I save me if I keep it
as my own? “Peacemaker”, the water echoes
back, “No”, I say, “not today, today is
mine, I need this as mine” Suddenly the silence invading my depth
begins to expand And explode like a fireworks
show. It’s killing my ears. I’m losing my heart? Tell me, please tell me. The sun rises and burns my very
eyes. I’ll stop and go back to half
wearing my disguise. I look at the reflection on the
water’s edge. Never quite lost, and never quite
found. I wipe off my tears, leave the
bench on its own, And silently I walk all the way
home. © 2011 not_quite_thereAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 30, 2011 Last Updated on September 30, 2011 Tags: alone, thoughts, reflecting Authornot_quite_therePAAboutI'm young. I love reading most anything. I find value or meaning in most any way with anything I read. I particularly love poetry and all the different ways it can speak to someone in such simple ways.. more..Writing
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