I made something

I made something

 

I made something simpler and easier to understand

in a way that reduces its quality and became a dullard,

someone who is not intelligent maily stupid.  Where i

literary tried to make something disappear yet effectually

i failed.

 

My strength was effete abd the ability to work well and

produce good results using available time lapsed in my hands.

Embattled within souls experiencing problems which were

likely to be defeated and destroyed, fixed me firmly and left

me embedded with words.

 

Then became embittered to the embolden ways of embracing;

For i was embroiled when my beginnings to grow and develop emerged.

The controversy aroused strong emotuions which understood the real

experience within the battered soul.

 

Thought to be emblamatic but the emptiness of days within the

lived life encrypted a code for pains in my wounds.  Courage

within me was lost for I failed to encase the thoughts with the

enchant of spiritual powers.

 

Breathign life in the lungs made the air sour and bitter but my

emotions were closed in an empty heart said to love.

Author's Note

i wrote this in 2007 shortly after my mother died but i'm not sure if it resembles the feelings correctly