Taste my Life- A depressing poem
Title: Taste my life
I am the reaper of the sorrow
The pain engulfed inside tomorrow
The pulsating in the mind
The crooked noise when you're blind
The guidance to a soul gone cold
The emptiness you grip and hold
The splinter stuck inside your skin
The reminder I am here; waiting
I felt the bone chip inside
A hope not dreamed; already died
Cause I can pray
But words do no good unheard
The air seems to drown our cries
Making them a figment of a time
Where we hoped for something more
And were greeted with an empty chill
So swallow the grief; like a shot
The unheard voices there to spot
On the way down cutting skin
To gain the scars to tell a story
Can't forget what's forged to see
In case you say it's make believe
Trace your hand along my veins
And taste the novel of my life
Comments
AUTHORI appreciate your support and I thank you for it very much :)
And yeah I noticed your writing does that, the yin and yang perspective I didn't think of but it's very true and honestly the best way of putting it. Just read your one about the prisoner of war, how up to that point it was a love story with a twist on the end.
I feel the more relative to feeling, the more people can picture it and relate the stronger the writing is. Everyone no matter what is going to have a different perspective or opinion about the true symbolism and message of a poem...it's the fact they can generate these points for themselves that makes writing, good writing :)
.."and taste the novel of my life ..." What a great line and probably this is my favorite by you , so far, which is saying a lot because all of your writing is so great and very evocative in stirring up all of the emotions we encounter in life. I take a roller coaster approach to my writing - offer infusing humor with tragedy - happiness with sadness - the idea/philosophy of yin and yang is perfect for the genre of poetry
lake erie time 1:05pm
Sean , I will post/link/share your bio page here at the Hubpages group on Facebook and try to get you some more readers and followers
