Locked
the truth is a hard thing to find:
locked
bind
unwind:
feel everything in a sweeping
fallen
felt
weaken
fault
default:
felt
too much of the locked
botched path
for truth:
feeling like there’s no deeper meaning
existence dead
being:
so much cutthroat
parasite
never forthright:
they don’t care about you they never did
living in
an unstructured guilt
creative halt
life is dead a trap caught:
felt
no truth or reasonable path
to take just cut
trick
stoned dead stopped
ruptured
broken
cracked raptured
felt too much you forget
so much you’ve lost sight of:
uncaring the discordance blaring
glaring
dissonance
false resistance
nothing to believe in:
find your way
what you believe
who you are
(scar)
who you’ve become
try to not just numb
neuronal pathways sliced through
an existence
with too much repentance
trying
to have a stance take a stand
but the door
is locked
botched
look
try and see the truth
just
death and pain and suffering closing
you off
from what was:
it’s a scary world
no decent word
nothing but the sharp sword
sharp
words the knives
masquerade
beauty will fade
blood bad blood not so good:
to have felt
so much of the truth locked away
locked up
they close the door
no matter how much you implore
nothing left to believe in
but their manipulative sin:
nothing within
locked out trapped
caught
up
trapped
cracked
caught deep
in the chain and
their acid rain
nothing have left to believe in
numb path
caught up and struck:
nothing left to care about and locked up—
they don’t care about you.
I’m feeling this comes from a lot of pain? And as you were feeling it you let your emotions do the driving and put it on paper?
I definitely wrote it meditating on some of my experiences, which includes suffering. The emotions were definitely a guiding process for the poem, and are part of the feeling of the writing. I appreciate you reading. I’ve been working to develop a certain style I write in, though I’m also always fine-tuning and tweaking that, and trying different things. But this one’s a poem I’m proud of. There’s a certain rhythm to it.
As always your raw voice engages me with a shared feeling of angst and suffering. How well you portray this, and leaves me aching. Well done Listen ????
Thank you Wren! So nice to be back, and I appreciate you reading! Glad the message came through. Hope all is well. This poem is special to me.
I definitely feel YOU through your poem, and can tell it means a lot to you. Glad to be back as well, friend.
Wren it’s been too long. Thanks again for reading.