Yearning

Kiera

I get overwhelmed 
I see ponds were there are puddles and I see warzones where there are words.
I forget to breathe 
There are prose and sequences that must have meaning yet my voice catches and stutters.
I bury myself
I  believe visions of what if's and could have's, fooling my senses for ignorance.
I give lies
I smile in fallacy at each greeting, the irony at its mistaken belief becomes my truth. 
I live 
My heart yearns for open waters, for endless depths uncharted. 
I hide away in a world of habit, wishing for something new, at comfort in the knowledge that it is simply a wish. 
This cage is one I built, a gilded dichotomy. 
For the heart wants what the heart wants, but the brain shall be convinced that it was never needed anyway. 

  • Author: Kiera (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 12th, 2023 23:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just my mind rambling as its wont to do
  • Category: Reflection
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  • hpoetry

    This is so well written! I love the start - ‘I see ponds where there are puddles and I see warzones where there are words’ - very abstract but I love the picture you’ve painted and I have to say I feel the same way, if I’m understanding you correctly. I also love the ending, with the heart and brain disagreeing. Great work 🙂

    • Kiera

      Thank You! I admit that the opening is my favorite part, I start most of my poems as notes in my phone, and that was what I started with. Thanks for being the first to comment on any of my poetry 🙂

    • Perry

      Wow! Intensely introspective and truthful. Superb voice!



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