A tinted green not many may glimpse,
Envy; The edge of its blade.
Seeping rasps then wrest the clarity -
From reason, and all its aid.
Muffled cracks will shape the cinders;
The space, in which they burn.
Perception hushed by incessant noise -
Leaving the ones that matter, to go unheard.
A longing one-sided
To understand and to commit -
Oneself, and all else thus
Towards earning, and deserving it.
When that voice no longer carries; Woeful whispers the pulsing-dire -
The solemn breath to mourn, never reaching another.
Emerald consumes the billows of riotous waters fraught with ire -
And soft be the echo, when their fervor returns to slumber.
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Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hey, guys. This poem talks about failure to connect with other people, and how negative emotions can affect a completely innocent desire to get to know someone else, as well as how terrible the aftereffects of that can make you feel. This poem means quite a bit to me, as I struggle with this a lot. I wanted to share it with everyone here. Well, if you read this far then I appreciate it. Thanks much for the visit. I'll see you later!
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Well God daum, described so well, I also go through this constant struggle in my day to day life, fear of being judged or thing might not come out the way you want them to.all I can say is the struggle is real, social anxiety is a bitch š
But a great write as always š¹
Yup. Social anxiety sucks. Quite a bit, haha. I'm glad other people can relate to this, that's for sure. Thanks for the visit Nemo.
A fine write N.
Meanwhile - I worry about my failure to connect with others. Why they all run away? I only say 'I'm gonna sing now!' and I don't see them for dust - the dust cloud they kick up as they run away so fast. heehee.
Just gimme a call if anyone truly upsets ya. I'll pop round to them and sing to 'em! lol.
Thanks Orch. I've got no idea why they run, although if I ever do have trouble I'll give you that call. People gonna need earplugs lol.
A delightfully arranged dish of imagery that your eloquent poetry offers today Nicholas - -- I liked the intriguing title which opened the subject of trying yet often hiding behind negative emotions which lose us the fight.......... I can relate very well with the longing to break down self-made barriers to know someone better. A stirring read.
Thank you very much, Fay. I'm glad that the content is relatable. I was worried about it if I'm honest. I appreciate your visit and your wonderful description of my work. Appreciate the visit!
I appreciate your four syllabic stanzas (I counted roughly 8-6-8-6 in the first two), with a contraction and then expansion of syllables in your third and last stanza respectively (with end rhymes in the last one) - perhaps subconsciously (or purposefully) accentuating the confusion in the human personās universal ālongingā (though it only appears to be āone-sidedā) and continuous quest for communion and recognition. Excellent writing and diction my friend.
Hey there, Gary. Thanks for the lengthy input. It's comments like the ones I've received on this work that keep me going, honestly. I needed this today. I don't tend to bother with syllables. In my head it has to be read at a certain pace or it just doesn't sound right. So, I change it until it fits the rhythm. I'll admit that the contraction into expansion was on purpose. I wanted people to clearly know what the poem was referring to, otherwise it would have been another missed mark for some - then going back into a descriptive verse. I like it when people take away from poetry what they wish to, but also what it means. That's a talent, for sure. Thanks a lot for the comment, Gary. I appreciate it immensely.
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