NegativityA Poem by .Em.
I am haunted by my own spirit
Questioning my value, my purpose Humming to half-remembered lyric All the while doubting every decision Tears of frustration tend to surface At the the influx of questions As the mind dwells on problems that never were The heart beats to the pace of its worries I am haunted by my own spirit What is my value, my purpose? How will it coincide with this life and how I live it? Loud. In my everyday circus Children yelling alongside parents Arguing as CNN's millionth melancholic story Is sadly interrupted by a cliche sitcom. Funny. It's louder when I'm alone A cacophony of thoughts meshed with broken Melodies trying to cool the constant battle Or the constant submission The present stands cornered With the past scolding its every movement The future shape-shifts into the most deadliest monsters Making the present feel small and she goes into hiding I go into hiding, my mind screaming How bad it's been, how bad it is, and How it could only get worse So I settle for what I have I trudge through my sorrow Just enough to make it to tomorrow I make ties with the good when there could always be better Do I deserve better? I am haunted by my own spirit. But I could just as easily tie my own noose. To hang its negativity from the branches of a tree So at last I can be free And my soul could let loose Shining. I might find that it's brighter than the sun I might find that the dark is an illusion for I am my own light I might find that I had all the answers I might find that what must be will find its way on its own I might find that I'm not all that alone I might find that I'm happy © 2015 .Em.Author's Note
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1 Review Added on July 21, 2014 Last Updated on June 9, 2015 Tags: Spirit, poetry, description, self, haunted Author.Em.Clinton , MAAboutLOVE is my goal... Life to share... Music, Art , Poetry... my MAP to guide me. more..Writing
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