Schizm

16 November 2013

I still hear them now
Like swelling vibrato in my head.
And I may just cut them out.

This is an old poem I wrote in 2002. It was posted on DeviantArt, my old haunt back in the day, and won an award called a “Daily Deviation”. This is what was said about it:

“Schizm is the perfect title for a poem about the division in a person’s self between the person they feel they were and the person they know they are today. Incredibly heartfelt and emotional, this poem hits hard, and is a definite recommendation for anyone that wants to read a truly honest poem.”

 

Schizm

My distorted vision of beauty is realised in you,
The grace that I perceived to be yours
Thundered down upon my gaze,
Gleeful, radiant and elegant
But now,
I choke.

Ill advised was I to ignore your calls,
Bitter and wanton in the cascaded moonbeams.
I still hear them now
Like swelling vibrato in my head.
And I may just cut them out.

So your frivolous nature and promiscuity get the better of you,
I see you how I imagine the countless souls you’ve left behind
Wasting and rotting in their own remorse
Tasting regret, like your tongue bleeding in their mouths.
In mine.

My own face has begun to feel like someone else’s
And in the mirror tears I cry.
Feelings that were once absent reappear
And for a brief and stunning moment I think I want to die.
Life however carries on
And tears stream deeper. Further.

A part of me now missing
But I’m better off this way,
For one day there’ll be nothing left
And my indifference will ensure
These tears are never shed again…

 

* Image: creativeoverflow.net/wp-conten… – Smashed Glass by Ryan Cooley | www.cooleystudio.com/ 

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