Did I become someone today I was not before,
In a mindless way, wandering through a hidden door?
So many times, I thought I was on the wrong track,
Taking my breath away, not giving it back,
Reeking of indolence and futility, I see
A night so dark, a damnation revery
Caressing the sun, nursing a broken heart,
Torn and worn from finish to start.
I stroll through the dark night of the so(u)l,
One with the pain that denies my goal,
Nevertheless in love with the burgeoning (w)hole.
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Love the play with soul/sol 👍
'Sup CR ~ You always filter Sunshine to "Become Someone" to me ~ I always enjoy what you so Philosophically offer to us - Please just take a minute and see 'Swinging on a Star' you may relate - J-Bud
So far, this has been my favorite among the entries in the Dancing with Distraction challenge. Not just because you wove a seamless theme into it without breaking the rhythm of the poem, but because the feeling of deepness, metamorphosis and intertwined darkened thoughts speak to the every changing internal reverie and constant struggle to identify and understand it. This could easily morph into some very intense tuneage! GREAT piece! I'm a new subscriber and can't wait to read more!
I resonated deeply with this. Sometimes, I get so deep in my own darkness and I become one with it. Like I start to believe I've become someone who I wasn’t before and it's who I actually truly am. It's like I've taken on a new identity. Like I don't recognise who I was before. I see her like someone from my past life. It's me, but not me. I loved your poem so much!
Well done! Meaningful...
Masterfully deep. Exceptional work Charles.
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