Versions of reality, incomprehensible irrelevance.
My third eye makes no sense.
The counter of the truth is the moral of the story,
Manifesting heroism came to steal the glory.
Fooled by the premise, told that I'm special,
Gruel in the essence of reality disheveled.
Recollection comes with a ghost and a briefcase
Making this a brief case of grief.
Devastated isn't quite the word for the occasion.
My mind is invasive, enveloping my heart in abrasions.
Grasping at concepts that rattle inside me,
Persisting insomnia at battle with psyche.
Devoted to wake up and leave this behind me,
But when I turn around it's already behind me.
Insincere in my greatest efforts to you,
Dont be fooled, I am cruel in solitude,
Aloof I'm the mirror, across from myself,
Parallel is an overdue farewell.
Before I depart I want to look myself in the eyes and say, "thank you, I never loved you"
I left, never turning around, feintly heard,
Was the sound of a crushed soul echoing in the deepest chasm of my mind.
Mortified by the loss of myself I weep,
Shrill cries without saying a word,
Until I forget why im screaming and fall into contempt.
No longer distraught by my new found epiphany or the onslaught of my foundation.
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'Aloof I'm the mirror, across from myself,
Parallel is an overdue farewell.
Before I depart I want to look myself in the eyes and say, "thank you, I never loved you"..
self-inflicting, thoughts
cementing our frowns
and twisted, our anxieties
guilt
festering, as self-hate
only
seldom, do we remember
our crimes
but, when we're the only
constant
in a life of endless
disappointment and strife
no wonder
we assume, the problem
must begin with us..
and as a reactionary, denial
of this self-betraying thoughts
we block out
all noise, from within
and thereby
ignore that wisdom
knocking, like an incessant headache
at our minds, door
begging
for us to heed, its foreshadowing
warnings
since it recognises, those traps
of failure
we're setting for ourselves
yet again..
(just such a relatable read, dear Poet
and so well written
forgive me, for my overzealous
little poetic reply
I meant no disrespect, in doing so
just got carried away by your
accessibly worded, poetry)
thank you!
Thank you for taking the time to read one of my poems. It really means alot to me. Furthemore, I implore to all the thoughtful feedback any of my artwork gets. So again, thank you.
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