The Way

The Way

A Poem by Perdition

And now I know that I should die

for I have borne the continuum amorphous

the query that settles as the dagger into darkness

or swiftly into the soft side of the soul

opening where light has never known

for the owning of such passage belongs to its own affliction


Obliged, stilled with riddles through the wind and

stories that have settled beneath the shell

 

So is this farewell upon my branch

that flames through every state

what comes to bury is understanding

it is the maze dissecting the rat

settling in psychosis

wandering from row to row

till again, nothing understands as before

and eventual, as death shall come

the walls will be taken back with me

back to write no journey beyond their own

where we are backdrops mimesis


And there she smiles and I the sea from all its silence

the life that breathes into a flask run full

dispelled into the shell again

as love that remembers the day

that bore new language unto this known

© 2020 Perdition


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Im BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Perdition

1 Week Ago

AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do not know what your poem is saying but I love some of your phrasing: "the owning of such passage belongs to its own affliction" . . . sometimes I feel so afflicted, it's as confusing to look inside myself as it is to try to understand this poem. It's all become too bent & crunched up to decipher anymore. Sometimes when it looks this obtuse I want to leave this muddled scene, but other times I am content to exist sans meaning, which can feel as satisfying as finding some illusive or delusional meaning (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Perdition

1 Month Ago

Well poetry is best entered from the subconscious from the heart chakra and I tend to write as if th.. read more
barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I love this explanation. I might adopt this approach a little bit sometimes!
those familiar roads of introspection have very worn paths blazed from the many that came before us every once in a while a new path can be found that lead to a different clearing, perhaps for a new home or yet another seeking... but the affliction is all encompassing my dear Perdition! my feet are tired yet i still can't seem to stop really enjoyed the voice in this one

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Perdition

1 Month Ago

For some reason this site is acting up and out on my computer are far as the spacing wise goes when .. read more
Robert Trakofler

1 Month Ago

LOL I have a great polish soldiers cap from the 40"s I have been wearing lately:)
Okay..must apologize...sorry Queenie..must have hit some button...no sleep again but thank you for the review...what did I push??? Shoulders shrugged and all is lost..cool button whatever I hit ?? ;)

Posted 2 Months Ago



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