Capacity Means

I can not shape my heart with a stroke of a pen nor can I love with a whisper,
I sleep with a quiet lover and I wake to a lonely bed,
I can't even dream of her hands or the colors of her eyes,
So much hatred flowing through my screams,
Yelling at the mirror in front of the bed,
"What a beastly look on my face, drool hanging from the side of your mouth as if I was a mental patient" I heard coming from the light shining from the stars,
"Its all your fault you are to blame!"
As I argued back and forward with my conscience,
a sea of sweat coming from my body as my eyes wander around the room.
"I'm going insane" I tell myself,
"You have no one else to blame" my conscience repeated and repeated.
"Please go away, please let me sleep in my own blood in tears".
My nightmares haunt me while I'm awake she never sleeps,
It has been been years since that walk through the rose field,
It seems the room was designed for me not to leave, as I sneak to the door it gets further and further away and the walls start caving in.
"What a dilemma you're in, fighting and conflicting wounds upon yourself, surely this is a mental capacity problem"
Back to the bed returning to the fetal position grabbing my gold silky blanket my mother once gave me.
"Many inadequacies has chalked lined my soul from the deposition of this place". I breathed to the moonlight.

IamPoetry,

Author's Note

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Reviews

[WanderAsia]

Extremely intense and quite vivid too. I found an understanding from the internal dialogue, one that is usually silent and left to one's own interpretation, here the writing refers to someone/people who berate themselves for what they feel and what they are - desperate and lonely souls.

[Shiloh McFadden]

That you so so much for taking the time out to read Capacity Means. Its part of my book that's not yet released called Tears of Absolution

[Coyote Poetry]

I could feel the struggle in the words.
"As I argued back and forward with my conscience,
a sea of sweat coming from my body as my eyes wander around the room.
"I'm going insane" I tell myself, "
The description strong and I felt the questions burning into the thoughts of the character. I liked the poem. A mental journey with strong words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Shiloh McFadden]

I know it's a little different but it's my own style..