The Jousting Solipsists

It is what it is.

 

Here, I feel it all.

And here I feel nothing.

I feel all too well,

And it kills me inside.

Knowing and then not knowing.

All the second guessing

As the seconds mark the time

That is passing.

My solid tears fall

Waiting for anything

Clawing from the inside

And here I feel nothing

But inside I feel it all too well.

And the pressure consumes me

Its not what I know

Its what I don't.

Its not what I feel,

Its how I experience it.

There is no black and white

There are no blurring of lines

There are no grey shadows

Marking the changes...

The rise and fall

Of an illusion.

And I falter.

There are no hidden meanings here,

Just an impending sorrow

That doesn't exist.

And I play with theories

And fall through ice.

Just as I live and die

Every waking moment

Of this life.

Feel every pain,

Feel every pleasure.

Feeling nothing at all

But inside I feel this ache all too well

And the feeling receeds into

Nothing.

And the End is Alone.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[visions of doom]

tis true that no one knows your inner self better than ye . ye create it all here , euphoria and joy , sadness and depression , all the emotions we wrestle with within ourselves are clearly identified and addressed and to find true happiness , we have to reconcile all the different shades of our inner self , dark and light , clear and shade , ye have tackled the conflict with an amazing depth of clarity and ye should be very proud of the end result .

[Cherry Berry]

Sorrow, pain, and loss along with the feeling that there is more to come. Well penned. I enjoyed reading.
xox
Cherri

[sara]

this is absolutely wonderful.

incredibly well written.

It's one of those poems that makes me want to write something, and I love that.

seriously, I love this poem.

very good job.
=D

[darkgurl]

I think this is well written, I can feel emotion presented in this write as well.....Kim