Nothing else I can feel

[Cloudburst]

A part of me is dead.
The scorched avenue of rage ever so fast,
Shifts to the red pool of pained sorrow,
That inevitably bleeds into the gutter of inexplicable despair.
Everything is either too much or too little.

Worn restraints tearing from the pain of the drained.
Drain.
Exhausted pain of a martyr truly to be feared.
Fear.
The cycle repeats.
Restraints.
Again and again.
Exhausted.

Then I reach an understanding
That will inevitably never hold up,
For I misunderstand my fallen self,
Even with props that will bear the same fate of never holding up.

The tablet in my gut gives me a temporary revelation guaranteed to be forgotten:

I am locked and trapped in my cage,
My house, my country, my planet
No escape but only prevention long unnoticed and passed by.
Now too late, I am stuck in the ball of flames,
Where my heart and soul smolders for an eternity,
Where the crest of past, present, and future are destroyed,
And things can never be the same.

The best of times are long gone, for now,
I can only wait until I feel alive,
Until pure rage shifts to pure sorrow bleeds into pure despair.
There is none other I feel.
But for now, a part of me is dead.

 

[Mehm]

I like how you repeat words, it gives the piece a feel of being trapped. Thanks for sharing

 

[haikod]

shit. what can i say, it hit me right up there ....

 

[Drug vet]

So much diseases but non like this one, because of it the past is wasted but the present is just what the name implies, recovering from such disease is the hardest but once it?s eradicated the future will shin not sorrow. Remember the past is gone why let it ruin such a present as now, and the future is unclear and not at all predictable

 

[swilow]

That was moving, Cloudburst. Thanks for sharing. Interestingly, I am listening to predominantly instrumental funeral doom metal, and the minor key melodies and swelling organs with pounding distant drums seemed to totally fit your work. A confluence of sorts, what should I read into it?

Where the crest of past, present, and future are destroyed,
And things can never be the same.

Personally, I would end it there. That final utter bleakness.

Just a thought, I did like the ending a lot regardless.

 

[user name1]

what a beauty.
almost makes the pain and sorrow worth it,
almost..

 

[Asclepius]

Resonates, from memory.

Strength is in words, not numbers.

Such a beautiful ode to pain of existence.