This is My Life, There's No Escaping ThatA Poem by Lindsay LukensI know we like to title our poems with first lines, so I switched it up and titled this with the last line! Its not really THAT depressing...and I'm sure its in some sort of formal style, I just can't figgure out what it is right now...
Living in this time of overwrought distraction, with time not even to see –
How are the fates so callus in their trickery?
Into the depths, below what the world may want to believe, this is the place where we
Scream inside.
Silent at the peak; oh why not but to show the intensity of the emotion!
The invisible tears of many colors flow acidiclly into the ocean.
Coming to the top, why does he not see my face?
I see the wrath on his bedside.
Oh! No other monosyllable could capture such bliss –
How could any living thing be deprived of joy such as this?
Changing and moving until I perfect my taste,
But to have just one moment at his side.
No one stirs as I direct my speech,
You’re slipping slowly from my reach;
I use it, confuse it, lie in wait –
This is my life. There’s no escaping that.
© 2008 Lindsay LukensAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 25, 2008 Last Updated on April 30, 2008 AuthorLindsay LukensMero Atlanta, GAAboutI'm a slave. Do I need you say anything else? Ok. I am a twenty-two year old poet and writer currently studying English at a university in Georgia. My interests include existentialism, modern art, li.. more..Writing
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