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Damien Page
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0 posted 2014-07-10 09:21 AM


I'll make the sands of time melt into an hourglass with the rage within me.
All light will perish with one conscious decision.
There will be no more perilous, unwanted, poisonous adders;
slithering in my environment undetected.
My vengeance will be unambiguous,
For you will know my intention before I commence the destruction of your entire psyche.
I will burn within you while existing around you.
My words will torment your soul like daydreaming of a nightmare.
There will not be one mirror you will gaze at and not see myself painted over your own visage.
You can rewind time, and the events will transpire regardless.
You will only reincarnate;
In the same place you were when you died. . .
Reappearing in a bear trap made of fire.
I will burn you alive,
and as your dead and your charred bones mix with your fleshy ashes,
I will use them to block out the sun,
and freeze every human being on this planet.
It will be like a volcano the size of the moon erupted in the center of our sphere,
clouding the sky in volcanic ash and sulfur.
Fire and brimstone.
You will not escape. Not even in death.

Isn't that the way it was supposed to be?
You were supposed to love me.
You were supposed to be the light in my darkness, the beacon to my fog.
The heart to my heartless chest. The key to my heaven.
You forgot all of that, though. You left me here to die.
You left me to rot uncontrollably inside this treacherous place.
Inside of a hell I'm so familiar with but never will be used to.
The realm between sanity and insanity.
The gray area.
I'm tortured within my own soul because I wasn't good enough for you.
I wasn't good enough for ANYONE.
Nobody wanted to keep me, they discarded me like a plague.
A virus, hellbent on their destruction,
when all I wanted to do was guide them into the light and help them see through their own misery.
It's a crime not to care;
Unfortunately I've learned that it's a crime to care too much.
I never wanted it to be this way. . .
You were everything to me.
Everything. . .

One day, you will realize the impact you left within me when I'm gone.
It's impossible to let go of something you never had to begin with.
So.. why am I holding on to a rope made of air. . ?
Understand, I'm a man of many words and no thoughts.
Many emotions, with little rationality.
Insanity interwoven within good intentions.
Yet, even I, being like this, can see.
Why can't you see?
Why can't you view the suffering you placed upon me?
It's as if you burned the forest around my house;
and the flames are invisible to you.
Well, they're STILL there for me.
The always will be there.
And when the fire dies, I will have to build my castle upon a mountain of ash.
Yet. . . somehow. . . I'm okay with that.
Why am I okay with that?

This world is cruel, and all is fair in love and war.
I forgive you, and as much as I wanted to destroy you. . .
I want something greater for you.
I want you to forget I ever existed.
I want you to move on with your life and spread your wings,
fly across the sky and reach everything there is to get.
Achieve your goals, fulfill your desires and dreams.
I want you to be happy.
That's all I ever really wanted.
The rage I felt wasn't because I hated you,
it was because I wasn't the one who could make you smile.
I wasn't the one who could bring a light to your grim world.
I wasn't the one who could make you happy.
I'm just going to have to accept that.
As hard as it is, and as painful as it is to admit. . .
I wasn't good enough to be yours.
I'll never be good enough.
Or. . . maybe. . .
You weren't good enough for me.

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bel1e
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since 2006-07-24
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1 posted 2014-07-10 09:58 AM


wow. The entire poem is an evolutionary process...your pain is evident and your disappointment...love is a reckless thing, to be sure.

There is healing in the final lines...and that is a good thing.

Be well, poet...and write-on~*~*

              

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