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VxPoem ID: 23956
Category:
personal_life
Posted: August 28th. 2006 5:46:59 AM
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Set’s me to fly
by Widdershins
Age Group: Adult
In a mystical moment of Seer’s fever,
obsession had suddenly gripped me—
and I plunged on, hot on a blind trail…
only to find myself reaching nothing, nowhere, and…
the veil falls, to reveal
that I’m lost… in a foreign land… and I realize
what I’ve left behind, again… so I set out
and stalk back to my stark life, with
whispers awaiting me amongst the strife… those
nameless waves of depression cascade on me, along with
the gnawing guilt of love I see, set there waiting,
but I had been always guided away, blinded
to the path I was following:
to reach no one, no day, nothing…
my return was once more reckoned with, as once more
colors draining, my new passions die, and
I’m left to fitful sleeps of dreaming about how
wrong I had been, again… and again, I had been blind…
Then the next day, the Seer’s fire torments me again
and I set out to a new crusade, to be born
into happiness in another age, but then
as the Rage leaves me I’m left to find myself
in my emotion’s cage, while I’ve once more betrayed…
guilty of betrayal I am, over and over, and yet
the madness never stops… for Seer’s fires burning
holes into me, and marking me…
and once again I beg for forgiveness, from those
who truly love me, and once again… I’m too blind to see
that by doing so has only succeeded in undoing me.
Why can I not be a better woman? I would give
what I can to those who’ve brought back
meaning to life, and yet I chase shadows,
bringing all meaning to downfall again…
and the greens return to their splendor, healing from my folly
by hands that heal and mend selflessly, but I cannot bear to see
how I keep ripping away and cast
those around me into the cruelty of my ignorance… maybe
my words speak of too many ills, but
I cannot help but feel the weight of guilt… and anger
that I am no better, for I chase those I deem unworthy,
before being set back into my painful corners
still stained and dirty from years of unchecked tears mingling with dust…
settling over little trains and barracks creaking with rust,
hearts that I’ve placed onto safe, high shelves
but never to a safe enough place not to swoon from my wells, as
my draining begins… as hope wanes and desires die
so do I come to realize my wrongs…
the calls I’ve ignored… that would set my heart to fly…
August 5, 2006
Author's Notes: A curious mix of a time in my past that I dearly miss, plus a new realization of things amiss XD… well… love is hell, period.
And I can't believe I haven't posted this yet o_o losing track what with all the poems XDDDDD
Author's Location: Szeged, Hungary
More Poems: Widdershins has posted 234 additional poems- View them?
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