The Master Architect

Is this something I should be saying to you?
With urgency regulated with deep concern?
Perhaps I should be screaming this,
Until it bleeds through my eyes and burns all in turn.
Or maybe this is all foolishness.
A byproduct of my petty egotistical nature
All I know is that this is killing me
Or maybe it's really killing you.
With all the words spoken in a day
Yet none of them are the right ones
To liberate me from my mental prison
That I, the Master Architect, have so perfectly done.
I beg to you, free me.
Look deeper then my skin.
And show me how to let go
Of everything I hold in.

Reviews

[Undeniable Truth]

i like to think of poetry as sort of a social puzzle
a great poet has found a completely different concept and found a way to use it to portay what they're talking about. it might be a euphism or a form of irony, but used correctly can be very effective. and i feel you did that in this poem. great job!

[ascelticas]

I agree. That is beautiful. I know the details already.

[Gastroc.]

beautiful. i want the details behind it though, heh.