mortality of the spirit
Deceive me not ye astute life
Trifle not with a heart so battered
A heart so splintered
A heart so jaded and on the brink of wastage
Choke me not I who wishes not to breath
Pain me not I who labors not to feel
Spare me this angst that esteems no ethics
That scoffs temperance and blossoms in extremism
Indulge me to keep vigil, to bleed for the dying dream
Blight this corporeal universe with muted quiescence
I pay an ultimate veneration, I bury a cherished comrade
I was my only friend, and now even I am dead
Tell me …..you who feels not what I feel
so sick this sensation I succumb to senselessness
Tell me…..Who is lonelier than I who hasn’t even herself?
Pray draw the drapes, shut my door and withraw
Let me recline in the dark with my bloodshot eyes
I am calm, I am tired, I am quiet, I raise a white flag.
©Serene Blaq
2009.
Oh, beautifully said… and when all has failed, when even our “being” is no longer recognizable… we find our true selves. I love the white flag analogy. In giving up there is such incredible grace.
Peace.
thank you.we seldom manage to escape ourselves.don’t be a stranger.cheers!
My Comp I instructor asked me why I though people were drawn to tragedy. I told her that people liked to be moved by a common sadness. A catharsis like grief, a cleansing. That if you bring someone to tears… they will remember you forever.
i reckon it is true.It’s the ultimate human condition.we suffer…and if we can suffer cosmically….then we glimpse a minute grain of truth…truth we forever pine to find…the absolute truth that makes sense of it all…that answers the The Question…..Sadness and grief are universal…all tears are salty and they make such efficient equalizers….perchance that is why there is such priceless beauty In sadness…i’m terminally sad!
IF it helps… you are not alone. I wonder if there is a perfect sadness, one of which you can’t even feel the pain anymore? Sometimes I think I have achieved it, but it hasn’t stopped me from aspiring to write the perfect sadness.
Your choice of art has caught my eye, reading your words has put me in deep thought, Giving up is a freeing feeling letting go, not holding on any longer like a falling leaf from atop a cliff.
Love it
thank you for visiting..come again and again.
I certainly will you can feel free to do the same, writing and reading should always be universal. Poetry is a great stress reliever taking ones mind into a different time and place, allowing the imagination to blossom till its grown past what we call reality.