It seems...

[wolven7]

I've Gone and Done it Again

I.
Waiting. Rapture within the pages,
turning. An undeniable rancor,
having simply relinquished a hold on everything
i say i want and all the things i say i hold
Dear.

Because i can't let myself in,
and i've always got to
prove everyone else wrong.
Because if i were to win
all the things that i knew
would collapse and then how could i be stong?

A torn placement and a poignant
line. Those with vainity, this isn't yours,
it's mine. I can't believe i saw, but didn't see,
allowed myself to hide from me, and wondered at the consequences
of it all...

II.
And what of this disturbingly
familiar place?
Is it to be my home?
If we were in a hauntingly
similar space,
I would find comfort in the fact that i may roam...

The approaching of uppsetting
lines. I want what i want, until i'm sure it's
Mine. Rhyming and ranting and whooping and chanting
and ev'rthing i once held dear is taken away from me...
in stolen time.
(c)Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

your poetry never fails to impress me.

--JMDC

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I just like to relate messages, and so forth.

[(Anonymous)]

then perhaps, when the time comes, you'll grasp the importance of the poetry i give you. relating is what humanity is all about. but not every one is as capable of doing so.

--JMDC