The cognizance is ours
To hold what we obtain
Whether morbid or carnal,
We’re here to entertain.
Come live my life
So you’ll find empathy alone
Never enough to stimulate your mind.
I remember who I used to be
Before the songs became sorrows.
Written in words we can’t speak.
I remember how I used to dream
Before the visions turned.
Nightmares of reality.
My disgrace holds your attention
Sate your appetite with my destruction
A ripple fighting the wave.
Keep watching and you might see
The unraveling of an identity
Demons sewn into the past
Frayed, unbound, writhed… released.
I LOVE this imagery (esp. a ripple fighting the wave) but as someone who cares about you it’s haunting and painful to read. I hope you can get back to a place where your sorrows become songs again. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken writing classes so I’m rusty with specifics like syntax etc. but even so I really enjoy your writing style because it’s so uniquely you.
I know you had some anxiety about posting but I hope you’ll continue to explore subjects like this that are obviously very personal to you. Your poetry is such a fundamental part of who you are and I hope you never stop writing!
I always get worried when I post these things that my friends and loved ones will feel like it’s a referendum on them, but it’s not. It’s a way to talk about the turmoil in my life and hopefully putting the demons into prose will trap them there instead of my mind.
I never did well on poetry projects into English/Writing classes because I would end up consumed by writing what I wanted to write. XD But I’m glad my voice is my own!
I’m going to do my best to be more regular about posting. Gotta get back into it. ❤ ❤
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