Enlightenment

This poem signifies my own enlightenment and how I want to share it with others.

The fruit tastes so sweet until it rots

The journey seems easy until you're lost.

I'm trying to ease this constant strain

On the fine line that's drawn between okay and insane

But every memory is running through my veins

Like the oxygen, in my lungs, that have been deprived. 

Sometimes, these critics, they aren't alive

And when they are external

It hurts like hell.

Are they memory or are they real?

It is hard to tell.

If I had a dime

For the times they've made me insignificant

Maybe I could buy a pill that would boost my self esteem again.

 

Why should I waste my words? Again?

So they can push them out, force theirs in?

Stress me until my insides are twisted

So torn and bent but they persist

Until I've lost the will to exist.

 

Why does it seem that everything turns out bad?

Wish I could feel something besides the hit from your drag.

The fruit tastes so sweet, until it rots.

The warmest days have mornings of frost.

The kindest souls become the most lost

 

When you try to be right

but get nothing but wronged,

it's time to sing a different song

Time to change, a different beat.

So empty I could claim defeat.

I'm down to nothing, got nothing to lose.

And only to myself do I have something to prove.

That I can get me off my seat,

To win a battle that couldn't be beat

To guide me down a different road

That may not have the signs to show

Who I am or where I'll be

But in the end I'll be a better me.

 

The fruit may rot, and have it's end

Don't be ungrateful, don't push and bend

The frost may come, the morning to night

But there's always a balance, like darkness to light.

Reviews

[Boranus]

this sounds like something a Wiccan Buddhist would write, if there are such a thing as a Wiccan Buddhists.
it had a very strong start, but it got befuddled, distracting and weaker as it went on. I thought it would
be Zen and remarkable, it ended up plain like most of the poetry on here. You had me at the hello, but lost me at the goodbye. Keep writing and polishing your craft!