Anachronism

I’ve wandered this world in prisons of plaster
Come home to demons painted on broken mirrors
Lived a full life on the wrong side of the fence
I’ve fallen so loud that Kypris was deafened1

And I get back up for more2

I’ve run a thousand miles before leaving home
Carved ghastly truths from gorgeous lies
Brought the world to its knees on a whim
I’ve toiled so long that my mind was battered 3

And I get back up for more4

I’ve held hands with danger for all the right reasons
Let black candles burn just to feel my own scars
Told men without faces that they are as flawed
I’ve suffered so well that my essence was blackened5

And I get back up for more6

I’ve forsaken my comfort all for his judgment
Bathed in the stars knowing the sky would come down
Let myself be undone before knowing I’d revive
I’ve given so much that my makings were damaged7

And I get back up for more

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Creative Writing Workshop 4
Free verse.

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  • Queen Mab gold member
    October 31

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    Fascinating. I've read it before, so it's about time I commented. Every line holds a story within itself. A deep feeling of the experience of loss and darkness.

    Well thought out and good use of refrain. A stubborness (sp?) to constantly try again. A symbol of hope not yet drowned. Either that, or masochism. lol

    ~Mab