Frozen

The pain is overwhelming and I cannot accept it
How do you put the shine back on the maggot eaten apple?
Once you have seen behind the curtain it is done
I hear the angst and the soul wrenching agony of confusion and betrayal
I feel it my own bones---my aching soul
Once you see the true nature of this world we've made and it’s savageness, how can you ignore the awful truth?
The veil of denial has been lifted and the ugliness revealed
When nothing looks good and every one seems to have forgotten you, do you turn away from that emptiness or....
Step into the black abyss of despair?
Do you accept the truth and live on the edge of madness or step away into the void?
There is nothing in the day that can erase the sorrow and joylessness
Everyone looks at you like you are the one who is insane
I look again and see myself in this terrible cycle of pain upon pain
My depression feeding on my sorrow, regrets, and guilt and it goes on and on and on….never ending
What it must feel like to awaken in the morning and feel a giddiness for the day ahead
I cannot remember that childish feeling the elation anymore
What is it to just survive another day to come home to sit and deteriorate....
Only seeking a moments respite?
It is a prison sentence in a cell of my own creation
Walls without end they fade into the distance when I look at them
It haunts me to sleep and in my dreams I struggle to breathe
My heart beating as if to escape the confines of my chest to be free
I look inside myself and I wonder where the rest of me is
There is no hope, joy, satisfaction, contentment
I've lost my faith, morality and honor
The acceptance and the perseverance I once had are lost
All I see is the ruination of inaction
I am a man frozen
Trapped in the ice held here by fear and self doubt
Love lies bleeding in my hands

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nightlight1220's picture

Lots of questions that many

Lots of questions that many people ask themselves...and some look forever to the outside for answers. Acceptance of truth is difficult, and yet we become stripped (through conditioned response), by parents, teachers, and society of our ability to accept it or toss acceptance aside as a "non-option", rarher than reach for a resolution of our disagreements. 

 

Choice.

It is an option.

It is possible to retrain the mind to see shine where others only see ugliness. It is what separates men from boys...women from men...peace from war.

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...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. "