Uroboros

A poem for my English class.

Have you tasted the tongue of this snake?

It is the bitter clutch of love’s demise.

In this embrace I will always partake;

An expected call of familiar reprise.

 

So long have I dreaded that the worst is to come;

Slithering silent over this treacherous trail,

I fear I have been much more damaged than some,

Far too frightened to act, so the passion’s gone stale.

All these scars seem to run on a chase for my heart,

From outside appears that I have knife’s hold,

Yet to myself with a blade I never could start,

For these wounds aren’t of skin, but of soul.

 

With names like Dark Gods, they come tug at my thoughts,

Jealousy, Emptiness, Hate

Whisper my name; at day’s end I’m distraught

Always caught in this painful state.

This ever-consuming terror that wrenches at my mind,

Paranoid and confused, I fall hard.

Every time, I am constantly peering behind

At the faces that have left me so scarred.

 

Shall I cover myself in the scales of a serpent

Attempting to hide all this human flesh?

Because this plight of mine feels so permanent,

No need to struggle against the sinewy threshes.

Just as this cycle goes, I will repeat once again,

Destined to destroy all that was there

Until I, solitary, stand without a friend,

In some place that in truth feels like nowhere.

 

This is a snake with its tail in its jaws,

Set loose by hands of the ones who don’t care,

That to end all I have is its creed and it’s laws,

Til of love my whole life is stripped bare.

I do not try to fight; nor do I try to flee,

For this monster has been here for so long.

It was raised by spiteful hearts, you see,

So it knows not that what it does is so wrong.

 

 

REALLY BASIC VERSION:

 

 

Stanza 1:

Have you experienced jealousy, paranoia, etc.?

These things lead to the end of love.

I will always feel this way

I’ve come to expect all of it.

Stanza 2:

I’ve always worried that worst part is coming,

Coming closer.

I’m afraid because I’ve been hurt a lot in the past,

To a point where I’m too afraid to do anything and I lose my chance.

The pain heads straight for my heart,

And from the outside, it all seems like my fault,

But it was never me who decided to put myself through this pain,

The scars are not physical, but emotional.

Stanza 3:

These terrifying things are always on my mind,

Jealously, emptiness, hate

They bother me, and at the end of each day I feel really upset,

Always feeling this way.

This fear that I always have in my head

Makes me paranoid and confused, so I end up losing it

I am constantly afraid and worried that things will go wrong

Because of past relationships that have damaged me.

Stanza 4:

Should I shape a false and deceiving image of myself

In order to mask my fragility?

Because what I have gone through feels like it will be this way forever

There is not much reason to fight off these feelings.

All of this will keep happening again

Always destroying the love I thought I had

Until I have nobody to be with me

And I feel like I’m lost.

Stanza 5:

This is a never-ending cycle,

Set into motion by the people who don’t care about how I feel

And the cycle’s purpose is to end all the good things I have,

To the point where I have no more love in my life.

I don’t try to get out of this pattern,

Because it has been this way for so long already

This jealousy, paranoia, etc. was instilled by people who have hurt me,

And it doesn’t realize that it leads to in the end.

Reviews

[Liban Jibril]

Nice :) I really like the line: "With names like Dark Gods, they come tug at my thoughts,"

[alltheloveabove]

This is amazing.

[Miguel]

Thanks, toast cat. Yours was pretty awesome too :)