An instigated poem.

[sassylx]

Yeah, a friend had a go at me today.

oh btw - is there a specific post i should put poems in?

The hollow of her voice reverberates
in the deepest crevice of my entire being
SLUT
Who are you to judge an implacable mind;
who are you to atagonise what wont fight back?
The deeds been done,
I've walked over that hill,
combatted its soldiers,
won that battle.
Yet you come back to bring the guilt
of those lost souls
that you sent onto the battlefield.
You blame me, for walking there.
You blame me, for being me.
You blame me, for trying to protect you,
then you blame me for ringing true.
You cant be happy, you want my claws.
You want to create trenches and rally more troops;
and i stand alone, praying for alliance.
Those things i've done, i do regret.
but whats been done, will always be.
You blame me for my lack of tears,
for putting the calm back in calamity
and for leaving that film in the closet,
undeveloped.
Would you rather me hold onto your spikes
onto the black and green that makes up your being
of the shroud that surrounds your eyes?
would you rather me look into those merciless eyes,
and admit defeat
to whats gone is gone?
Would you rather me,
stand in no mans land,
for eternity?
I shall not,
will not,
can not.
Because I dont believe in losing.
I dont believe in hate.
I believe in the true story,
and i wish i could believe my friends.

Do i care?
Of course i do.
However; you must not understand me.
no, you must not.
I gave up the language of regret long ago,
i gave up those severs with the world,
i indulged in the sange of cacodemonia,
lived in the warped shadows of linament,
and although i have sinned,
and forgive me father, for i have,
should it be yelled around the towns,
the villages,
all seven seas?
rattle off the numbers,
all the others fallen,
all those warped times,
all my sins,
laid before those i love?
those i cared for?
Contaminating their white linen
with my dirty sods?
Eyes popping,
SLUT
The hollow of her voice reverberates,
an anger i shall not forget.

 

[(Wordy)]

oh btw - is there a specific post i should put poems in?

I'm not quite sure what you mean... but you've put this in the right place!

There's elemental anger in this poem, an anger which you've managed to shepherd and shape into powerful words:

You blame me, for trying to protect you,
then you blame me for ringing true.
You cant be happy, you want my claws.

I gave up the language of regret long ago,
i gave up those severs with the world,
i indulged in the sange of cacodemonia,
lived in the warped shadows of linament,
and although i have sinned,
and forgive me father, for i have,
should it be yelled around the towns,
the villages,
all seven seas?