Confusion Of Sorts

I’m confused by my thoughts.

My stomach tied in knots.

A once clear complexion is now a sea of spots.

 

Sometimes when I think, there’s…nothing.

Blank.

Others it’s…spaghetti junction.

Each as bad as the other. Both lie.

 

Normality? What’s that?

An embodiment of perfection?

No one can truly reach, or dare ever teach.

 

Sometimes I feel my bodies not my own.

Like it’s something I have out grown.

I don’t know.

Like I’m Pinocchio. A puppet. Without strings.

 

I want to be free of these ties.

These despicable, deceitful lies.

That when in darkness, hides.

Willing my spirit to weaken. Die.

 

I want to be happy once more.

Run bare foot across the shore.

Fly through the air on the wings of pure freedom.

I want to be back in God’s kingdom!

God’s grace upon my face.

I want to study His book.

Spend time being with Him.

I don’t want to sin.

Cause another unspeakable din.

I just want myself again.

To control my thoughts again.

To love again.

 

I just want…peace.

 

by underwriter      29/12/2010

Reviews

[SOUL LESS]

Perfection may only be achieved for the price of imperfection. The subject is one I have often touched upon in prose...universal hypocrisy. The dashed, world that always lies...nice job.

[Branches]

You speak for so many. It would be nice just to have peace but sometimes it takes time and trials. As you say we lose ourselves, and I feel that way many times. Prayer helps though. Good poem.

[Gone]

Nicely done. I like the way you open with your first stanza highlighting the confusion. Then moving on to express the feeling of being trapped. a and finally providing the answer and the desire. Another good piece of work. Well done

[OT]

Very well written, and I like your alternating rhyme scheme, quite hard to pull off well but you've definitely managed, speeding up and slowing down the poem to mirror the tale of the story, and don't we all want peace?? Some great couplets and triplets here and this :

I want to be free of these ties.
These despicable, deceitful lies.
That when in darkness, hides.
Willing my spirit to weaken. Die.

is great!!! nice!!

[cfix]

Normality? What’s that?

I love this line, kind of true too.
Very well written and something to ponder on.