The Shore

Tweebtaztic

Even as the waves of pain wash upon my skin
Despair fills my heart with dirty sin
Delusions of a world ill never actually live in
Of silly dreams & fantasies that'll never begin
The reality of reality finally lets its teeth sink in
Stupid face sitting & wondering what I was thinking
As all I thought I thought goes crumbling as I'm blinking
Like a bomb tick tock its all gone in an inkling
Just left with the image of it all on my eyes stinging
guess its at that point its all over where's the fat lady singing
black void swallows up everything with a dull ringing
Abyss is all that's left to bear in this cruel destiny
Searching seems hopeless in the pursuit of what's left of me
Keep waiting on the foretold light to come along blessing me
But to no avail I fail at having found anyway to rescue me
It seems all the optimism has only got the best of me
I can't aimlessly fill this role I once played so festively
No mirrors to see that this all has made a mess of me
All the flicks of misery have built a nest in me
A tangle of lies and mistrust have been impressed on me
I crawl I climb I stagger on I lift my feet despitedly
All the sorrow pulling down desperately fighting me
Broken spirit searching for a stolen sole mightily
Cut throats & split wrists bleeding on the canvas
Ashes falling from burning desires float down like dandruff
No survivors left to tell the take devoured by the mantis
Life is but a indefinite commodity on the expanse of eternity
Each breath so precious & devine must be used reservedly
As its often maliciously torn away so undeservedly
Cold presence engulfs the body as the mind finally deserted me

 

  • Author: Tweebtaztic (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2017 04:56
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Comments1

  • Hypothesis

    You have a gifted pen. The way you portray your word selection is quite accurate. Nonetheless, the story itself wasn't just about A shore. It simply described on how misery can get the better of us. We all have stories to read along the inevitable campfires.

    Brilliant script here poet. Keep writing scholarly!

    • Tweebtaztic

      Thank you very much for reading



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