I once held the world…
A poetic journey of illusion, grief, and loss
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I once held the world in the palm of my hand
It was hot to the touch, bringing ecstasy and pleasure like sand
Only sometimes it was too searing to withstand
The burning sensation scorched my skin and made me lose hold
So for moments I’d let go and reach for the stars hoping to find a different celestial bliss
The stars were too cold and always out of reach, so to that goal I had to fold
I looked for the world once more, truth be told
But in letting go for the stars the world had blown away like petals from a dead marigold
I looked to my heart for peace but found it didn’t exist
Too many holes had taken hold and pain poured form inside like a bleeding hemorrhage that wouldn’t cease to persist
I thought I found a cure in a distant treasure I could not resist
But in the end I found out this was just a trick
And either the devil or God himself liked to sometimes give me a lift
Only so that when I reached new heights they’d give me a kick
Back down I’d fall with a bloody lip, spirit broken from the trip
So I tell you this
As I lay in this muddy rift
Don’t try to raise me from this sinking ship
Instead let death be my gift
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Comments (2)
"Too many holes had taken hold and pain poured form inside like a bleeding hemorrhage that wouldn’t cease to persist" That line hit me so hard! Your poem was so poignant and emotional. I loved it!
Very energetic words!