Dechipher and read

Eventually there is healing......right?

Not amazing 

not great 

not good 

Just a heart poured 

out on a page, 

gracelessly written 

hastily scribbled. 

How does one 

convey the storm? 

Is it connection 

that's craved? 

Or affirmation of 

oneself to strangers, 

a validation of 

intrinsic worth?

I don't know 

Is it a fools errand? 

Is it fools gold? 

The mask of a smile

comfortably worn

all the while within  

turbulent seas churn 

The peace I crave 

would kill the pen 

then what would I be 

Let me bleed 

Let me grieve 

Let me weep 

Let me plead 

Decipher and read 

line upon line 

written and chiseled 

into the cadavers 

of arbor warriors  

Today its sadness, 

tomorrow a triumph, 

then deep depression, 

Underlying want drives the pen, 

devouring hunger, 

autoimmunity of the soul, 

I will dance in the flame 

until ashes are all that's left....  

Author's Note

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Reviews

[carl]

I've never been a fan of Poe ( too dark a night for my soul ), but I recognize his talent. Do we call him a tortured soul? That would seem to suggest we are able to diagnose his infirmity ( if I fact that is what moved him to write what he did ) I think rather we should just be touched by his desire to express his soul need. So here also I find that appreciation for your heart felt piece. - carl

[Neha agrawal]

This is the truth many are too afraid to write.
You're not alone in this flame and even in ashes, your writing will echo.

[Dave W.]

Thankyou, I suppose a flower crush creates the sweetest fragrance, so to does the spirit, with the trails of life. I write when I hurt, I have been hurting for a while.....

[Neha agrawal]

A flower crush creates the sweetest fragrance. I’m really sorry you’ve been hurting. Writing through pain takes courage, and it shows in your words.

[Dave W.]

Thankyou, im tired I think, exhausted with emotions, I dont see it ending

[Sapphus]

This poem touched me. You seem lost. Stay away from the flames.

[Dave W.]

I am lost, everthing that gave comfort is no longer there, I feel like those I loved are strangers, and, all I see for the future is darkness, but thankfully I can at least write about it.....

[Davidgeo]

If you dance properly in the flames the fire doesn't hurt so bad. You can die peacefully... if you dance properly. Monkey... dance properly for me monkey!!

ha... sorry I couldn't resist that last part.

[Dave W.]

Thank you David, I hope everything has been well.