"20/20"

idfk....I just wrote it while ago...

       I feel the scorn;
         white lies, beneath,
        alabaster, undaunted, cold.
         Remaining unborn;
        not to be reached,
         entombing the windows to soul.
        It is content;
         head bowed in rage,
        to drown in its own contention.
         Intellect bent;
        decorating cage,
         comforts of creature's invention.
        So; it's apparent,
         echoes of crucial,
        logic is stoic release.
         Is it inherent;
        questions for mutual
         self destruction of peace?
        Yet in the thunder;
         I shall not quake;
        promises hide in my smile.
         Amusing to wonder;
        the ways I could break,
         solace for a little while.
        Memories scream;
         nightmares testify,
        spirit is wired for sound.
         Deep in this dream;
        lost in the sky,
         detesting the notion of ground.
        Push; pull, tug,
         caress, fight, hug,
        labyrinths to navigate.
         Droned incantations;
        loud mute oblations,
         whisper,"please  salivate."
        Still in the end;
         my best brightest pleasure,
        as geisha survives to kneel,
         submission, the   trend,
        varnishing treasure,
         slowly loses appeal.
        Resistance; my flow,
         it transcends this broken,
        I fail to edit your pride.
         So feel it grow;
        misery unspoken,
         replacing what I choose to hide.
        Skin that is parched;
         refusing to weep,
        though blood drips from your crown.
         I stretch to arch;
        my wings while you sleep,
         to die before laying them down....

Author's Note

Just want to know what you think, mk?

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

the pain that you wove into this poem is expressed so completly that it's almost overwhelming, but the ending, 'I streach to arch; my whings while you sleep, to die before laying them down...' left it feeling bittersweet. Sometimes life is overwhelming, but eventually you will be able to fly again...

[Moflo]

I found the title of this piece very interesting, its almost like saying that everything is clear for once, or perhaps in hindsight. The emotion is fantastic and your word choice is perfect. Nicely done.

[J Todd Underhill]

I cannot begin to describe here all I think, but in short, about the poem, I thought is was well crafted and thought out. It did evoke emotion in me, which is the eventual goal of all of us writers, and this did that very well. I am a fan for sure.