Shattered Echoes

Shattered Echoes

A Poem by Young Mountain

The 8th short in the series "Behind The Empty Curtain".


Constantly surrounded by family skeletons,
The rapturous weight of solitude lays heavy on the mind each day.
I didn't ask for this; It's the choice of my inner self
The look of judgment on the faces is a constant reminder,
I'm only weak in your mind-
For me, It became everything righteous.

But yesterday I woke up drenched in shame.
Through the mirror my eyes glazed with disgust & unrest.
The burden of my past has corrupted my soul,
and the street whispers continue to fill my eyes with sorrow.
It should be easy but I've become to complacent-
The temptation is forever lurking, much to great-
and most times, the vulnerability in me growls to be fed.

I could abandon my desires,
but the nights usually elicit a dark awakening,
and i cannot lie-
I enjoy this place.
For there is no feeling;

I'm drowning backwards in despair.
but at some point I must get back to shore.
For I remember the other side being full of innocence & future.
The last breath of everlasting hope sways at my grasp,
taunting me of something better
the struggle to wake up & live

© 2010 Young Mountain

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you write of the should, could, and would very well

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