Armor

I wander because I'm full of dread

and overflowing with hope.

I can't stop and ponder what it is

what it will do to me.

I wonder why, I touch and find

the sad destruction which 

leads to life and  joy,

colors so bright they hurt.

I feel it when I see the sun

and when I think I'm the only one

to see the screaming without

and hearing within.

It takes the black

and the taste of white

to end, and to begin

life again and again.

It's always the struggle

important or trivial

the inertia and

the unmoving earth.

Inside me is this volcano;

emotions stirred with confusion

making this potion of laughter

and eyes full of tears.

The battles, the victory parties

the mumbled admissions

in scarred defeat

healed and now my armor.

I look forward to the end

as the journey slides home

I remember the beginnings

and still, why? just why.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

Had the answers, Yes just do it, lived the Nike, a swath cutting the rug ..life. Hung and over Bottom and Top,Done air now just sharing scars....good balance through out Mark.

[Mark]

lee :)

[eglantine]

Very inquisitive poem posing many questions and leaving them as such.

[Mark]

The older I get, the more I realize I don't have the answers; or at least the only answers! Thanks for reading e.

[Jack...]

We all have our scars to bear and memories to keep those scras alive. Our armor is only as strong as we are. Very cool Mark.

[Mark]

Thanks Jack

[quinfinn]

wonderful expressions of deep thoughts, encased in a vibrant and resonant verse. well penned!

[Mark]

Thanks quin.

[DIVYA]

There is a lot going on within the subject. An undercurrent of turmoil, a struggle and lots of questions about life. Expressed with a flair. You make a lot of impact here.

[Mark]

thank you :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The struggle between Id and Ego it seems as we fight between our darkness and the light that we sense ahead. Sometimes we have to simply accept and move on and make a decision to 'do no harm' to others or ourselves.

[Mark]

Thanks John.

[Archangel Gabriel]

Mark this is a deep and tortured piece. The writer is torn and inside has such confused and swirling emotions. Usually this happens prior to the calm. It is the precursor to resolution. Having been there my little sister taught me that you have to forgive yourself for your weakness and transgressions as God, if you believe in him, would. And then you have to learn to give to yourself. Beginning with the forgiveness and then love.

[Mark]

Thanks for your thoughts. The work was more about the duality of almost all of existence. The references to myself were valid, but I long ago came to terms with who I am and my faith. :)

[Archangel Gabriel]

Glad to hear it my friend.

[Baby Ricochet]

I liked the second stanza best. We live, we love, we wonder what in the hell is going on and in the end we're still dead. It pays to find joy in life's little moments. Stroll on and keep writing

[Mark]

you got it brother! :)