Of mice and friends.

I'm quite sure that by now, gentle reader, are quite tired of my tirades about the lack of romance in my life. So if that be the case I suggest you stop reading now as this is likely the most introspective entry I will ever do. For me poetry is an intensely personal medium through which I can give voice to whatever is troubling me, but in a stylized fashion. For me it is a cathartic experience, but due to the highly personal nature of the poems, they are rarely read by anyone but myself. In light of the chaotic nature of the changes I'm undergoing in my personal life right now I though I would share my most recent poem. Feel free to comment, but remember this is something deeply personal to me and I'm laying myself bare with this, so please be kind, or not (I know you fuckers are all dickheads that love to see me fail).

So without further ado, here goes.

The Dichotomy of My Soul

I’ve gone back to place I thought I had left behind
My tortured soul cries out in pain, a fire burns intensely in my mind
My dreams turn to demons that taunt my every thought
The pain of past love, of the beauty I have sought
To make mine own, yet here I stand fast
Like a statue of stone, still living in the past

I am my own prison, without voice or reason
Overwhelmed by feelings that strangely feel like treason
Lost love for one, growing feelings for another
Try as I might, these emotions I cannot smother
Unknowing and blind, she knows not that I treasure
Every smile, every touch, to me, these bring great pleasure

Will I ever find that for which I yearn
Or am I doomed, cursed forever to burn
In a hell of my own design, never stepping into the light
Of a love that is true and kind and right
Time is mine enemy, slipping away day by day
Closer to death, desperately trying to keep it at bay

In constant darkness, always wanting to take flight
To escape this insanity, to leave behind this plight
As this body withers and decays and grows weak
My mind twists and turns growing darker and more bleak
Yet the dichotomy of my soul, which to you I lay bare
Makes me hope for the future, may I yet find love there.