A Poem by The High Poet

This will be my last post for a couple of months. I will be away from the computer. I thought I would post this one.

All that is left is a shell
Ever since I spent that day in hell
Everything I had is gone
Don't enjoy my favorite song
Stress and worry are now my life
Thought about ending it with a knife
But that is no way out
My mind starts to shout
So how long can I live like this?
Floating around with out any bliss
Pretending everything is alright
It feels like I'm loosing my lite
The darkness starts to gain its ground
Ever so slowly it doesn't make a sound
So which mask should I wear today?
I'm asking you, so what do you say?

© 2010 The High Poet

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This is really good and you can feel a scense of hoplessness when reading it. I love the line "So which mask should I wear today?" that's often one of my thoughts. But one quick question on the 3rd last line shouldn't the phrase "Every so slowly..." be "Ever so slowly..."

Posted 9 Years Ago

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A powerful write indeed. Can really feel the emotion in this piece and relate totally. Nicely expressed! Thank you.

Posted 9 Years Ago

hey hey... this is down!
i love it btw!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Wow. The sense of hoplessness and helplessness is clear through every word of this beautiful poem. Some of the rhymes sound forced, but, otherwise, it is deeply powerful and wonderful write overall. Keep up the good work!

Posted 9 Years Ago

I liked this a lot, nice work.

Posted 9 Years Ago

This is quite a sad poem, feeling trapped all around.

Posted 9 Years Ago

sometimes we create our own hell,
when we imprison ourselves inside our own shell,
and just when we think we'll never get it right,
a new idea and then we see the light,
let it build,let it grow,
let it shine, let it glow,
then one day before you know,
wings begin to form and dry,
you begin to learn to try,
then one day you'll know how to fly,
as free as a bird in the sky,
because you had become a butterfly

Posted 9 Years Ago

i like it especially the part where you say " so which mask should i wear today ?"

Posted 9 Years Ago

Excellent write on tragic, dark, deeply depressive emotions. It can feel like your trapped in hell with no way out when caught up in this turmoil. It is hell.

Posted 9 Years Ago

The darkness... what is it? I speak it out. Angst, anxiety.. throw the ego out and darkness is gone. I know, very difficult.

Posted 9 Years Ago

This is very dark and introspective, and it sounds like you know who you are. That being the case, I can't think of any reason to wear a mask. Have a good one, sir, and keep writing!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on May 5, 2010
Last Updated on May 5, 2010
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The High Poet
The High Poet

Guelph, Guelph, Canada

Once I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..

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