It's all me
Introspective poem.
Drag my name and worth
through muck and mire
distracted
by
I know know know
years
I did - it's all on me
Graze my heart and soul
of
love
unshared
through glass and steel
shards rip flesh and and
and
I know I did, it's all me
promises
inflict my pain and hurt
unfulfilled
through those I love
remembered
I know know know
that
I did it all
first
dragged the best
and
through the worst
last
turned gold to grit (worthless)
light
forgot the caring bit
forever
forged my pathway
full
crooked hallway
leads to the light
of
mistakes
not without a fight
cast off the me
I know know know
I was, though not before
I change my path
*
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Author's Notes: More digital sofa WIP clearing. This is a fusion piece of two poems I've had banging around separately. I think they work quite well together.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (6)
Way to own it with style I say
Who else is there to blame for the stuff I've done & things I've put others through?
Another great piece!
There is such deep meaning to this, and you crafted this poem so well. And there's such a feeling of resolution at the end for me, but also with a drive to move forward with a "changing path." I love this piece, Paul. Well done!
Great piece, Paul! Can’t believe it was once two separate poems, it felt perfectly cohesive. Liked the repetition of “I know” felt like such an authentic response to a nagging accusation
Read this one aloud to myself, for myself. Now I'm breathless.