Musings

[CynicalGuitarist]

Ok, here's some of my words, but it's probably gonna be a pretty crappy poem. Regardless, here goes;

 

Backtrack

To the abyss

To the heavens

To the womb of security which created me

 

Ending in fire

Ending in ice

back to sprawled possibilities

 

No more selfish love

No more selfless hate

No more ego to defend

 

Nothing left to stand for

 

I am one as one is me.

 

infinite.

forever free to spiral

until I've been gloved again

free to live the confides of life

 

Back to where I was numb

Unconsciousness - the seed of feeling as one

Sedated - knowing no better or worse

 

No more, no less

Half-empty, half-full

balanced in perpetual enlightenment

yet still unfree to spin the spiral

only to be brought back

to the same predicament again

 

Back to where I was

or where I previously had been;

seeking the glimpse of hope

or where probabilities end.

perhaps it was, "to there, and back again?"

[dil]

"balanced in perpetual enlighenment"

 

it's spelled enlightenment.

 

this poem started out a bit cliched, but it got better as it went along. Good work.

[CynicalGuitarist]

typo has been fixed.

[ForAnother]

Yeah, the first like 3-4 stanzas are kind of cliche, but your final ones include some brilliant lyricism.

 

I liked the "gloved" bit. Very cool image it had for me.

 

-ForAnother