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A poem I wrote after my first roll

SilverFeniks

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I wrote this after I rolled the first time in February...I'm no poet, but I just thought I'd share...more on my site in case you like it or are bored.
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A new Life
A tumult churns inside my mind
My feelings are a mix of depression and anxiety
Colliding with the burdens of society,
I stumble through life, entirely blind.
But then the fog appears to clear
A glorious feeling lifts me up high
Riding on a wave of happiness, I look to the sky
Heaven has never felt so near.
But as quickly as it appears, it vanishes without a trace.
Not wanting the dream to be over, I cry out in anguish
Pleading for it to stay; but the mirage is only to languish
I am left alone in this cold, desolate space.
For those few brief moments I saw true bliss
The answers hovered around me as bright as the crescent moon
But all that I had gained disappeared just as soon
And, violently, I dropped back into a world where all is amiss.
As I crawl through the week, I am unable to hold back my tears
Call it unnatural, a mind trick, a folly,
But for a while, I forgot how my whole existence was melancholy
For the first time ever, I was able to cope with my fears.
Yes, a beauty exists so strong
That, even knowing it is just an imitation,
I still relentlessly pursue it's creation
Even if it can only last for so long.
Seemingly overnight, it destroyed everything I thought I knew
My friends, my beliefs, my life; all is gone in a dash.
But, despite waking up back where I started, even with the terrible crash
I believe everything I feel, said, and heard was true.
So now I stand, with the most important decision of my life to make
Do I believe what I feel, no matter what others say?
Or shall I continue to struggle through life, just barely surviving the day?
One thing I do know, the love I felt was no mistake.
So as I forge down the new path that lies ahead,
I often wonder, what would have happened if that day had never occurred?
I imagine bits and pieces of how it could be; for the most part they are blurred
But one thing is sure: Formerly withdrawn and dead, I am now alive instead.
 
I'm honoured that you like it :)
Of course, it's impossible to capture the true feelings one has. At least, I'm not experienced enough with e or writing to do it. This poem was a bit forced, but we all get the picture :)
 
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