So as I was searching through my flash drive today, I found an old poem that I had written around this time last year. I revised it until I felt that it was up to speed with my current style. (Or at least something close to it.)
To be honest, mostly I just played with the formatting. But you wouldn’t believe how much something as trivial as that can change the meaning of a poem.
Okay, here it is.
First comes this feeling
Of something a b s o l u t e l y n e w,
Unlike what could ever be
Real (like you.)
Twice before, just like this,
We can’t ignore that
Even in your d a r k e s t d r e a m s
Nothing distracts from something
Telling of the t r u t h you sweep under the rug.
Bring on the PARANOIA.
Let us FEAST for days.
Always keep your GUARD up and stay
ZEALOUS with reproach
Even in your DARKEST DREAMS
(Is this real,
This feeling of peace and nothing?)
There you go again,
Helping another with a new way to die.
E v e r y t h i n g c a n ’ t b e o k a y a n y m o r e.
Just keep your hands steady.
Obviously it’s going to be harder
In reality than in your head.
No one will know
This is what you do.
Isn’t this a trap?
Something you made up to keep someone close?
Let’s get a few things clear.
It’s not you, but what you do.
This will be the list time I help you.
Absentee faces swirl through your dreams.
Never forget in the back of your frail mind,
Death is a concept you can’t handle.
No one will know your Opaque, hidden heart Waits to see the light.
Welcome to the dark side. Excuse the mess—once you get used to it—it’s not so bad.
Delicately, light your match.
It will be easier to see
Even heroes can be villains to the right person.
(Health isn’t the issue,
Even evolves not to be a crime.
Ridiculous you call it, but
Equivocation is a better word.)
This isn’t the end of you but of us.
Open your eyes for once.
Nightmares lurk in the corners of your eyes.
Imagine what could happen.
Get out of here while you still can—
Hopeless is this dark side, and y o u ’ r e t h e o n l y t h i n g h e r e.
This isn’t real, not tonight, but that won’t excuse the other nights.
So … again, not all of the formatting transferred over from Microsoft word. (I need to figure out why that is.) But, since most of it did, I feel okay about sharing it. 🙂
Thank you so much for reading! You’re all lovely!