Shut it off, kill the mind,
Say hello, wave goodbye,
Let it rain, let feathers fly,
Ritualistic suicide.
Take the plunge, do the dive,
Commit a sin, ostracize,
Shut it off, kill the mind,
Feeling helpless, read the lines,
See it straight, drink the brine,
--- - -- - Take the pen, and sign.
- - - - - --- Bring it through, if you can,
Struggle within, understand,
Fall or perish, take the hand,
Forget the sky, meet the land.
Swallow pride, face the end,
It's over now, rest your head,
Humans suffer, demons thrive,
Let it rain, let it fly,
I really hope it hits,
And you'd -
Better hope I die.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Long gone are the days of bows and arrows, but their symbolism still remains. Thank you for the visit. I'm off to read some poetry!
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Very dark read ! Darkness should never win and humans shouldn’t suffer … let their be more light in the world )
Think of it as a battle between two separate versions of yourself. Duality is always fun lol. There should be more light. It would be nice.
I guess the darkness in us is maybe the parts of us we struggle with or find hard to accept ? But yeah nobody is perfect are they
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Too morose, you've got plenty of life left in ya yet young-un.
Like the way you laid out this piece which i know can be a bit of a trial from my own experiments.
You're pretty young too, ya know. Thank you for the kind advice!
Also yeah it was tricky near the end.
Kudos for the time and energy taken to construct that - I know I would never have the patience.
Hey Dave, thanks for saying so. I'm sure you'll play around with the lines someday. I'll be around to see it 😀
A fine write N.
I had trouble with an arrow in 1066 - the legendary story on here, in some poems! lol.
Harold, is that you?! But I could have sworn . . .
It was me that said to Harold at a vital moment: 'Look up, Sire' and he did! The rest is history, as they say! lol. Why did I bother to turn up and muck it all up?! heehee.
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But - doh!- I tried ritualistic suicide. But the brine was too salty. I spat it out. Another 'failure'? (heehee).
Yeah cyanide doesn't taste that good. Gotta plug the nose first lol
An apt joke for these days? I was gonna try this. I plugged my nose, but had a mask on too. I suffocated first! Can't we get anything right? lol. Watch out for apple pips then - don't eat 'em (cyanide).
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Without doubt my most favouwritest Nicholas Browning poem to date .. I still regularly use my old English longbow by the way .................... N
Well it seems I've finally found the kind of work you enjoy the most lol. I'm glad you do by the way, cause bows are cool.
For some reason I really love the underlying menace in the last 3 lines.... if you're aiming for evil I hope you do hit it!
Really glad you do Lorna. When aiming for evil you'd better not miss 😀
A clap for the arrangement of poetry
A clap of the gems like words as ornament
A clap for the message that store
A bow for the powerful message
Fighting with one oneself
Angel and devil resides in my own mind
A bow and arrow could create such a muse
Your a poet of great insight
Bow to a great poet
So much clapping, lol. Thank you for the kind words, Spill. Much too kind.
Good write Nicholas, but as d a said you are too young to die yet so enjoy your life to the full.
Andy
I'll be around a while longer, I've got more arrows left to shoot. Thanks for the visit my friend.
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