Dark Poetry #3 |
I am a Lost Boy |
majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
I am a Lost Boy I am dead, or ought to be at least. Ambition's run dry, the river of Emotion it was carried in is quiet - the source Frozen. But none of Diana's soft arrows come for me; Even the harshness of Apollo would be Kindness. My grandsires lived into their nineties, all eating eggs and red meat cooked in oil; Ironic. Let me pass my life's (dis?)grace elsewhere, I no longer have need, yet the Reaper Remains estranged, taunting from the shadows; I despise his maniacal Grin No regrets, no fear, the former a lie. Any who say otherwise are likewise liars, But here I am begging for the end. Here I am on the road alone, Noone understand(s) -> I am wierd. "You're the wierdest person I know bro," And from the mouth of babes... Truth the forever beautiful who hides expertly, just ask Medea. I am lost not to sea, nor sky, nor forest green, nor flame flickering high, but to this world. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This poem is extremely beautiful, I must say. You have done a truly excellent job in bringing together the actual conditions of the speaker with allusion and personification. This is an awesome piece I'll certainly be putting in my library. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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bre28 New Member
since 2002-10-27
Posts 3 |
I just wanted to say that i agree with Fracta's assessment about the personification. I am truly impressed and ur poem speaks to my soul. Good luck in the future. |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
thanks for the compliments. |
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