"Bargain"

"Bargain"

A Poem by masqued_muse
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A poem about....me?

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           "I know I craft from a prisoner's stance,
              the spirit, gagged and bound.
            I know that redemption is elegant trance,
              but wings make an awful sound.
            I breathe words in;
            I push death through,
              and with this crying pen,
            I pour it all on you.

              
            I know my voice screams on a page,
              though no one hears the sound.
            I know that the noise of a deaf mute's rage,
              defines the smile of a clown.
            I sleep with a veil;
            I crawl to the moon,
              everything's for sale,
              discounts coming soon.

            I know my heart is wilting fast,
              granite petals fade.
            I know my hands cannot last,
              I watch them turn to jade.
            I hear a heartbeat;
            I cannot find a vein,
              while passion melts heat,
              ink is my guilty stain.

            I dream of finer stronger lands,
              as I chase the mystery.
            But while I build them with my hands,
              my soul rips them from me.
             

© 2011 masqued_muse


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masqued_muse
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Deep dark brooding and emotional. the visuals in this piece are profoound and, as you said in the piece, your voice is screaming from the page. this may be one of the most descriptive pieces i have read yet. you wove spirit thought and physical anguish through this so profoundly. Pristine poetry.

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"But while I build them with my hands,
My soul rips from me"
The ending of your strong and powerfully stated poem was a strong and deeply stated introspection, one which far too many can feel on a very personal level.
Emotional, and full of passion- yet in the third stanza I can see the authors torment reflected in the verses... That third stanzas feel was more of confusion while the others were more pointed, more direct. That was my interpretation.
All of that ended as a well written and moving poem that carried and reflected beautifully the very thought you ended with- effective and clearley you have driven your message into this readers very core!
Great write, great read.
Thank you,
UKV~

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deep dark brooding and emotional. the visuals in this piece are profoound and, as you said in the piece, your voice is screaming from the page. this may be one of the most descriptive pieces i have read yet. you wove spirit thought and physical anguish through this so profoundly. Pristine poetry.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked this write, it seemed very personal and empowering!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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