For so long I felt like I had no future
Now I see beyond the years
I can see clear
Feel like I've escaped the fog
Past the point of no return
Too much shit has happened to forget
I was driving faster towards my death
My fucking untimely and violent death
It makes my stomach churn
When I'm hell-bent on dying
Determined to die
Changing with the seasons
Passing phases
I haven't written a thing
It's not that I've lost the passion
More that I have been preoccupied
Watching time unfold
Preoccupied with the pain I host
In the most fascinating way I'm ready
Ready like I've never been before
I don't talk to anyone anymore
I never thought I would've seen the day
This has happened and I've changed
A chemical imbalance in my brain
I will wash away with the rain
The dust has settled
I've carved my name with the flint sickle
Into the memory of an idyll time
Got lost with the winds in a romantic town
Burying the shipwreck of my heart
The storm tossed me into the dark
On a wild, wild night
I can't get you out of my mind
You're like a tattoo on my flowery soul
A bird calling by the black lake
I've made a fool out of myself
Putting everything on the table
In the teeth of the disorder
I touch myself to feel something
Other than ambivalence.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 19th, 2020 19:10
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I noticed the silence. This is a fine return to action! Isn't making a fool of yourself what confessional poetry is all about? You always create memorable lines and images... I touch myself to feel something... that is profound.
Hey! Had a rushed and unproductive day, and haven't had much time to come on here and cruise. Thanks for the read and appreciate the comment. I guess it works pretty well in regards to confessional poetry, as you mentioned, but the verse, 'I've made a fool out of myself putting everything on the table', refers to an argument I had with someone, in which I expressed my truest emotions and felt somewhat abashed afterwards. It's related to and connects with the previous line: 'I can't get you out of my mind; you're like a tattoo on my flowery soul'.
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