For there are patterns in my head,
For we are partners in this game,
We'll burn the bridge and tread ahead.
We're different, but we are the same.
I see the layers of this world,
I peel the visions with my gaze.
They set my irises ablaze,
And all the boundaries get blurred.
While history repeats its course,
I will respect what it taught me.
We're bound to dreams of being free,
Tied by the oath to break the curse.
So let us go, release the reins,
I'll lead the way now on my own.
My heart will heed the playful waves
Of trepidation and concern.
To each their awe, to each their throne
Of thorns, of fortune or despair.
But know, we won't die alone,
Together, we will daily dare
The fate, the hardships, everything.
Together, we are strong and brave.
***
The patterns turn into a scene,
I see it now: a grim conclave
Of phantom shapes and ghostly sounds,
These screeching voices in my head;
What goes around and comes abound,
The dire, pure, hooting dread.
'Let go of fears,' they command.
'We are your demons, so embrace
Your weakness as your greatest strength.
And in return, we will demand
Your lively face and steadfast faith.'
And I succumb, a wretched thing,
For in the shade of wilted grace,
I have no will to fight the sin.
***
Don't look at me, what I've become
Is filth unworthy of your care.
This is my fault, it's only fair,
My very soul—a fetid slum.
Where once was glee, now blossoms greed,
An ugly grimace of disdain.
Where spite and anger come to reign,
There, there's no place for hope to seed.
***
So take the reins! I can no more
Pretend to know which path to go,
Oh, what a fool I was before!
The patterns set my brain aglow;
They tricked me into thick despair.
I yearned for beauty, consonance.
Look at me now, beyond repair,
My soul, my faith. A dissonance
Of reveries. And like a corpse,
My body melts into thin air.
While history repeats its course,
I'll fade away into the glare.
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Andrei Z.
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Comments (8)
"My very soul - a fetid slum." That line broke me. Oh man, oh man. This is such a riveting unfolding, an epic story told within beautiful poetic ebbing and flowing. It's rich with meaning and heroic narrative, with the end leaving me feeling like the protagonist's hand is slipping out of my own. Such gorgeous writing!
My eyes widened as I read - "They set my irises ablaze" - I love the irony of this! For some reason this poem gave me hope, specifically reading, "And in return, we will demand Your lively face and steadfast faith"... maybe I'm too much of an optimist, but I think these historical patterns can be trashed - or I hope so
"To each their awe, to each their throne" - my favourite line!
👏Such brilliant writing man! Well done!! 😊
This is so beautiful!! And the song perfectly goes. 💕
Achingly, tragically beautiful. I do believe I've said this before, but I feel we have a lot in common, Andrei. I resonate with this deeply.
Wow! You were in the zone when you wrote this. Beautiful work, Andrei!
A wonderful poem.