I wished to be with you whenever possible, Went out of ways to make you comfortable, I never honestly accepted how I felt inside, Perpetually conflicted, reluctant to confide, Maybe it was all platonic, not love as such, But I did cherish the warmth of your touch, And loving you seemed not right somehow, It was against the social construct anyhow, At least that's what I chose to believe within, I wasn't the guy who gives in to commit sin, And now it is too late and futile to dwell on, The only sensible thing to do is to move on, Only regret never telling you all this in shame, Unable to ascertain if you ever felt the same.
Love met with no desire Chase the pulse as it expires Maybe then I'll feel the fire Still this corpse is cold to touch Looking now out for a savior One day I may never waiver Until then I'll have to tailor To a life that's just a crutch
What I sought to be was righteous Yet it ended in a crisis That is nothing more than lifeless And I've all but given up Now I wander with these morsels Of a life that's damning mortals How I long to know the morals Instead, I'm choking on the cup
For the drink I drank was soured And it churns and burns with power And the hand has struck the hour Of the time I had to spare Yet as I lift my hands they tremble And they no longer resemble The once valiant, mighty rebel That had longed to beat despair
Now from this crypt I rise a devil With an agony that revels If my heart could only settle Into life or into death So I hold my breath and swallow Wrapped in the blanket of this hollow And I pray this grave is shallow But I fear eternal depth
Shall I commit to reach the summit From the soils I have plummet May I once hear the mighty trumpet See the victories of grace But it's my mind that only bellows The damnation of these echoes Already drowning in the shadows The reflections of disgrace
Now my corpse has become brittle Lined and course, torn and riddled I am seeking an acquittal But I'm the only one, to judge And in this darkness there's no telling Time nor length which I've been dwelling And still internal constant yelling Is the heart that lies begrudged
It is hell I've come to linger Which I can only point the finger At myself, for living hindered If of a life I still possess For I have always been the culprit Built this prison from the pulpit And now remain here to convulse it In the afflictions of distress
I have become the apostle Of the grave that speaks to fossils It was never more a gospel Just the evil I have kept Now buried, forever silenced Knelt to intercede in violence For it is loss that's drawn alliance Within the worshiping of death
umorok@heartofbabel it's really my pleasure to read your work, looking forward to more such amazing creations from you...keep weaving the magic✨
heartofbabel@laveenapintoserrao - Thank you so much for the comment, I truly appreciate you taking the time to write it! I am very glad to read that you enjoyed it, it always means a lot to me to hear that from people. I am not sure I really know how to formulate how I allow myself to hone in on my imagination and bring it to life. It seems to simple to say I merely think of dark and depressing things, but it also seems sort of silly to say that I actually live it out (only in my head). I would almost draw a similarity to being an actor, through personal experiences and the experiences of others, actors/actresses simply adapt themselves to be the character (at least some of them), and so I think it is sort of similar in writing for me. Don’t know if that makes any sense of not?
treble_clef@heartofbabel The feelings are mutual. So kind of you to respond to the comment in such details. I haven't tried writing from someone else's POV.. at least not that effectively.. Hope someday I will
heartofbabel@laveenapintoserrao - It is my pleasure to respond to you, and you are welcome. I’ve no doubt that you’ll be able to put together something phenomenal in no time. Looking forward to see it!
tnr1046The true blood is suffering in others by the world around us in which it has built transgressions, this leaves living in sin only being seen by those who know how to forgive ...we can only FORGIVE only
yuktibhatiaaaHi, I really liked your way of writing and would love to have u as the co-author of my upcoming anthology 'The Broken wings'. If interested do connect with me at @yuktibhatiaaa on insta. You will be charged a minimal amount for it.
millianHello Yukyobhatiaa. Thank you. I appreciate your feedback and I am opened to collaborations. I'll go ahead to connect with you on IG. My handle is @zuriolanna. Cheers