The Dwindling Of My Words

The Dwindling Of My Words

A Poem by Rocans

 

Allow me to vent the dejection of my spirit

I grip this pen my only salvation from the sin of melancholy

My sadness ever stretches the meagre definition of morose

Ripping asunder the container which describes gloom


As pent up sorrow percolates from perforated pentameters

I Imagine with bliss my dying time to recline

Within the asylum of death the therapeutic tomb


In truth I die every time this heart batters throughout my frame

Incarcerated soul cursing nature’s random choice of force-feeding me this life

The bittersweet curse of human-ness where joy is taxed with eternal grief

Newton’s laws look absurd on the plane of abstract emotions

Disproportionate reaction of opposites

Always teetering to the side of wretchedness

Suicide is the fetish of the shadow of my soul

I feel like Dali’s melting clocks draining to oblivion


How many more poems like this is left in me

Before the black ink drains away, and words are no more

When the desolation that swirls within can no longer metamorphosize into words

Neither written or lingua?

Then I shall be ready with one of the googol ways to give up the ghost

And vanish spectacularly

 

 

 

 

© 2014 Rocans


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So many lines and concepts that I appreciate in this piece, Rocans -

"As pent up sorrow percolates from perforated pentameters..." - Excellent word choices and alliteration!

"I feel like Dali’s melting clocks draining to oblivion..." Great imagery

As for your question of how many poems are left... a googolplex, and then some... ;)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rocans

9 Years Ago

:) :) :) Thanks Rita, I always am glad when you find something in my poems worth mentioning. Happ.. read more



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So many lines and concepts that I appreciate in this piece, Rocans -

"As pent up sorrow percolates from perforated pentameters..." - Excellent word choices and alliteration!

"I feel like Dali’s melting clocks draining to oblivion..." Great imagery

As for your question of how many poems are left... a googolplex, and then some... ;)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rocans

9 Years Ago

:) :) :) Thanks Rita, I always am glad when you find something in my poems worth mentioning. Happ.. read more
What a great write. There is so much strength and emotion in this. I assume googol is some sort of typo, as I am pretty positive that is not a word. At least not in English anyway, haha.
Keep up the great work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Rocans

9 Years Ago

Thanks for the review Brit. Yes Googol is actually a word in english, it means 10 raised to the pow.. read more
Skai Rain

9 Years Ago

Huh. Well, the more you know :)

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