Release Me

Release Me

A Poem by Dream Weaver
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Living up to capabilities in which the very fiber has stretched me to the limit.


Heartbeat irregular vital organs shut down, prepared for the end yet the end cannot be found.


Eyes painfully squint as I struggle to breathe, wanting to fight back and withdraw from this partially obscured premonition.


Not one iota of passion, love a distant memory lost hindered by psychosis emotionless and frigid.


Sacrificial soul inadequate for it no longer belongs to me. Aspirations a cruel jest within this ancedote.


O’ wicked world, one favor I shall ask of thee, grant me the fruit of my demise release me from this facade called my life. My dreams lay lifeless unnoted discarded.







© 2016 Dream Weaver


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I wish I could curse on here, because sometimes nothing says a feeling better. For crying out loud man, this piece is a perfect description of what happens when someone tries to force person=square peg into a cookie cutter dream=round hole. The square peg comes out barely recognizable, nearly destroyed. The round hole walks away unscathed or with a tiny splinter or two shaking their heads...well that didn't work. Let me go find another square peg and see if it fits...Wow the emotion in this piece is raw but so clearly, crisply described. The sweet agony of release please find me!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

Thank you Veronica, I love your way with words...Simply outstanding! :)
Veronica Chandler

11 Years Ago

Right back at you Dream Weaver...
Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

:))
Oh I feel this one deeply.. I lost loved ones to Alzheimer's.... Strong in feeling and content. thank you, shallimar

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

Most of my writing is fictional but there are a few that makes one
wonder, and thanks for the .. read more
shallimarRose

11 Years Ago

**winks**
Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

""winks"" back!
Great write. And love the picture. Moving.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Is this about dementia? I have known so many who have lived this life...its so sad.. You penned the emotions very well.. A great write about a painful experience..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


"There is no grief like the grief that does not speak."
--- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Painstaking write...sadness, loss, haunting thoughts, memories. My soul feels the pain you write
Dont spare me.
If it is not my pain you
Can kill,
Then help me find a way to heal

Posted 13 Years Ago


beautiful write. it is quite haunting the picture you paint. those are the best kind of reads..something you can feel and see.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Heartwrenching work here. So many lines were notable but my favorite
"Scythe my soul inadequate, for it no longer belongs to me."
Truly amazing.. as always.



Posted 13 Years Ago


Filled with angst,yearning and pain..i liked the opening words 'disheveled secluded' and 'release of this shell of my former self'.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Reminds me of laying there, riddled with AIDS, wanting to die, 'cos you're so sick of being sick and in so much agonising pain. Every hour spent living in such a state is an eternity ... you might as well be in hell, 'cos that's what it feels like.

A very haunting poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 8, 2010
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Dream Weaver
Dream Weaver

Paradise, FL



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