Deceptive Expectation

TrystanBehm

This curse, it loves me

Enchants my soul with a verse

Transforming this man, into a hearse

 

This embodiment like a steel breeze

Dragging forever and etching the walk

A signature that cannot talk

 

A race to the death, the first one loses

Like a cult gone awry, void of sadness

No capacity to cry

 

She sits there in the morning less gorge

Her heart black, torn with Holy guilt

The view askance with a demonic tilt

 

The slayer of love, bonds her will

Suffering and agony the only charges on the bill

She can’t stop; she will never get her fill

  • Author: TrystanBehm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2018 07:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Trystan,

    After reading a few more of your poems,
    I can see why you said that your writing is usually a little more ambiguous or cryptic!
    I do enjoy the challenge of reading and attempting to decipher them!

    •“Deceptive Expectation”
    An excellent write! The rhyming did not confuscate its meaning!

    This is one of my favorite lines...

    “Suffering and agony the only charges on the bill”

    Regardless of the consequences, some of us will never get our fill!

    ~Laura~




    • TrystanBehm

      Hi Laura,

      I love your comment. This is one of my more conflicting poems. I don't write ambiguously on purpose, just how my brain is wired. This one though, just never had a good flow, but that was the emotion and the point, always on your toes, changing, suffering, overcoming...sometimes.

      -Trys

      • Laura🌻

        Your “brain is wired” just fine, Trys!

        Writing on purpose is fine; however, writing ambiguously packs more of a punch...in my humble opinion! Many times it veers us where we do not intend to go! That is one of the aspects I like about poetry!

      • Goldfinch60

        Though provoking write Trystan but no matter how dark the world is the light is always there for us, and always will be.



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