In denial

Walking on the streets so full,

People seemingly busy,

All seeking where to go,

Staring endlessly...

             

I could deny the fact that

I did end,

They wouldn’t know about it,

So I decide to play along,

They wouldn’t play with me,

 

And sometimes I’d feel myself

Like a candle light in the rain,

To live in fear of surviving

... Surviving once again, 

 

Life twisted and turned around,

Left searching for good advice,

My refrigerator shelters a

Crying piece of ice,

 

In denial

I rely on,

In denial,

I defy all,

I rely on... I defy all... trusting on the desires not meant to be,

 

The art carved by tortured souls shall haunt its creator forever...

Reviews

[Corset]

Stanza three..omg...and the last line, unbelievable how you closed it. We carve a life, our own, we carve a lover with the things we say and do, we carve ourselves by our own perspectives with only the creator to judge what is beautiful and what is not. I am as a sculptor, creator, painter we paint ourselves into corners and then look around for someone else to blame for our misery...you sir are a phenom.

[Coyote Poetry]

Real life can be confusing. To see the world can leave us sad and weak. We can join in or become separate. Some choices are hard. Be a sheep or a eagle flying free. Many questions open up by this poem. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Arielle Ann]

this was very insightful...."In the race for luxury and success, why do I feel this void within, as if this was not what I was meant to be; as if a suppressed me is craving to resurface. Is this the story of the thousands of others I glance by on the street? "...we always play along, adjust while others don't' do it..but who knows- maybe they are also passing through a similar phase? I loved your line "To live in fear of surviving
... Surviving once again, "...wonderfully portrayed...great job!

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. everything's fair in love, war and poetry ...
. super writing, dude ... :) ...