Still We Fear

Another almost-manic fever of feelings keeps me awake. Let me hide it in pretty words.

A place higher than life
Soaring far deep in the sky
The stars linger on below
We are unseen here
None can ever know
The secret between us
Delirious
Like a syringe hanging off my arm
The fever burning upon my brow
My sickness long dormant
Poetic like a song held deep inside
Safely quarantined in the frost
I swore it would never melt
Because still, it was what I held most dear
But it was foolishness
Because you walked right through
And then it ran free
Like the days of old
Heavens you terrify me
I want to run from this spectacle
But the ice long melted
Too late now
Because it wasn't even yesterday
When this dear thing twisted apart
Bent beyond recognition
By the gaze of their eyes
The droning gorgons that walk the same line
I crashed upon its stone
Slammed into my face like a door
Coughing blood
On the checkered floor
Thrown into the street
Cold
The same ice where I trapped myself
No different from yesterday
Chasing after you
But now you hide in the shadows
While I stumble in the cold
History certain to repeat
Needles pushed in my arm
Restrained
The white coat's empty stare
Tell me, my love
Why do you run so?
Leaving this burden upon me
My spirit no longer quenchable
Still looking toward the sky
The silver oval hung above
Adorned with its regal crown
Its one eye held the silent answer
I crossed your frozen shield
The guilty one who fled
Leaving the pieces scattered about
It was me
Leaving you wondering
The truth all the same
We could fly higher than the stars
But we cower in the cracks
Never let our souls be seen
Terrified all the same
That bloody checkered floor
No, our real fear is worse
Our song intermingling
Creating a sound unheard
Not even the angels know
Its beat ascending divine
Raining from the bliss above

Author's Note

Feel free to pick apart and let me know what you think. An expression of emotion, but it can always use refinement.

Reviews

[Larq]

This piece is so powerful! Such pain, desperation, fear. Pushed to the edge once again, yet the human spirit wants to survive and believe love can dull the pain. I don't know if that makes sense. I may be so far off, but this is such an eloquent expression of very raw emotion.

A place higher than life
Heavens you terrify me
Like a syringe...the fever burning...my sickness long dormant.
Now you hide in the shadows while I stumble in the cold
Why do you run so leaving this burden upon me?
Still looking toward the sky, the silver oval hung above
We could fly higher than the stars, but we cower in the cracks
No our real fear is worse...not even the angels know...

These were just a few of my favorite parts. I have to be honest...this made me cry.
Thanks for sharing.

[Verdant Cynic]

Thank you for reading! This is one of my most emotionally charged pieces, and I can even recall the feelings I had when I wrote it. It's about the feeling of when this passionate euphoric love comes by. It melts the ice, and makes life seem dull by comparison--almost similar to drugs. And when that love, very short, euphoric, and passionate, is suddenly gone, the narrator is left wondering why. And dealing with the dull hangover as they are brought back to reality. This is one of my most personal pieces. I'm glad you enjoyed it!