She was my World

Magnum Opus? (This is about realization of all the channeled hatred that stole all of my passion)

It grew like a creature until I killed it with my hands.

My anger- my rage- my depression destroyed all of my friends.

And though I isolated myself, separated my spirit from the world.

I could not cry the tears that welled and the emotions that erupted- all that were lavished by one girl.

She buried me under my own concentration.

She appalled me with my own devastation.

I was my own worst enemy and I was begging for elimination.

I tried to be creative and I tried to be inventive and I fashioned my own fantasy.

I shined as bright as a beacon only hoping that she would see,

But I was only a foggy memory, gliding in the mist.

I was something unsure of; therefore, could never be really missed.

So I stopped. I stopped.

Because I missed her and i discovered that I couldn't separate myself,

So I did what I thought would help.

But it hurt! It hurt!

It hurt to know that everything that I was trying

Was being sent eagerly forth, but only dying.

I was trying so hard!

I had thrown her my heart,

But even as I was yelling, she couldn't hear anything!

And my heart hit the ground, but I couldn't say she wasn't trying!

I had held out! I had remained so strong!
She had none done so; therefore, she strayed so long.

So I wrote and sang her a vibrant and vivid song.

I wrote her something so she could follow along,

With the seven billion other pages I had written labeling her a saint.

Though, now I know, that is what she ain't.

She's just a person.

She's just a person,

But I labeled her a beacon.

Her beauty is endless,

And I can't help but hope she sees this.

With God as my witness...

God be my witness...

My love is endless.

My love is endless.

I love her...

I accept it.

I have accepted it.

I will assist and allow her to right her wrongs.

So hang tight honey, and just sing along.

Reviews

[Jack Wolfe]

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This was well written, and a good reflection of beauty and devastation. I’d watch the length of some of your verses, as they’re long-winded, and break the flow a bit, e.g. your fourth line in the first stanza. Thanks for the enjoyable read.

[Ashira Macy]

It starts out as obsession and I expected bitterness at the end, but you gave me a pleasant surprise as you decided you wanted to help her through her troubles no matter what. Beautiful story line in here.

[Brook]

This is tragically beautiful. So much beauty, love and devastation. It's very hard to write about these kind of things, people never get them quite right but you mastered it! A beautiful, yet brilliant write. I really love it, and I think you should never give up on writing. I love your use of language, and the flow of it.