Poetry: #98 At The Core Part 1 (Used 6)
A selection from a personal collection: Used
Article voiceover
Preface
As this collection unfolds each week, I want you, dear reader or listener, to understand that no matter what you’re going through, what you’ve been through, there is an end—there is light at the end of the tunnel. Letting go of the past is only possible if you live in the present. Make the past history, learn what you can about yourself, at whatever pace is comfortable, and I promise your present will take you to a brighter future.
At The Core (Part 1)
After all this time and all these faded words alone I still remain. Alone and left to die I pursue a path of exploration in which I demand appreciation and excitement. I wish to know what it is like to experience those things I fear most, and to experience what I do to others by their very own bidding. It is up to me to determine where I go from here, but nay it is not by choice these people walk into my life. They be different than me, they are changing me… They lead me astray from who I once believed to be in this span of life. They are my dreams in and out and when I asked God all those years ago I got what I wished for. It may have taken years, and still more to come, but I fear my pleas of desire were misplaced and I will pay the ultimate price for the deeds I am performing. I will sacrifice my own time, my blood, my tears, and my soul; to experience these things. To live free is more a curse to the broken heart, the darkened soul… the poisonous mind drips with deathly accuracy as it points to others in my life. I can’t recommend enough to not follow my path as it is far harder than I can describe if given a life time to write. I enjoy the challenge and push against those who live life easily. It makes sense to me to break the conformists staring staff as the wielder is a snake without equal. I am not a reptile, I am a mammal. I may appear human, but there is more to me than meets the eye. The heart of a lion, the mind of a tiger, the empathy of a dog; I am a species with more complexities than you will ever discover. An onion, hidden within a baseball, I am impossible to find the core. Try as you might you might as well die. Good luck, for I am here waiting. Hiding inside. Alone. Isn’t that something? Isn’t that interesting? Come, find me. I dare you. Search the seeping darkness within my weeping soul and sell your findings to any sullen whore because you won’t find what you were searching for within my depths.
What are your thoughts on this poem?
I hear another poem is coming every Saturday!