Paragon Paradox

The shrill of your voice gets louder;

Your river’s a poison,
That I gladly swim in.

Caught in a maelstrom,

Ideal torn to pieces,

Only the heart can be followed,

The mind merely breeds panic and caution.


So let the drum beat louder,

Don’t falsify your conscience to suit another,

Journeys end and begin on the same note,

A person has to lead in a dance between two people;
I’ve forgotten my position,
So take my hand,
I can be the strength for both of us,

Just not always for myself.

Just not when I’m on my own

Left to my own devices,
I spontaneously combust.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I can protect those I love, but I find I can allow myself to be the target. An imperfect paragon of virtue.

nightlight1220's picture

Long live the open mind,

Long live the open mind, because without it, we indeed left to our 'own devices'. Enjoyed the read. 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


allets's picture

Screaming Over Here

I combust - when I read lines so fine, woven with a delicate brushstoke, created like god touching adam's dust, like eve accepting a rib - nice intuiting here - so much to ponder and savor - Affirmation - not a title, not an nomenclature, a life's style - Allets



Affirmation's picture

Haha, "it's not a look, it's

Haha, "it's not a look, it's a lifestyle." It always pleases me when I've merrited your praise, Allets. thank you :)