Knights of Heavy Thinking

Frozen in the mirror of self reflection
Trapped in molecules of glass
Accepting what may come
Consequences of the past

Around me, sterile, barren ground
For “now I’ve become death
The destroyer of worlds”
in a single solitary breath

Penance from my fortress tall
I gaze upon the fateful days
This vast destruction now besets
My kingdom in one thousand ways

Without treaty, under siege
I leave the drawbridge down
The knights of heavy thinking
Be thy marshals in this town

I could fall upon my sword
Throw myself from tower high
Wizened by my erring ways
I sit and think resolved to try

Start anew with scarring heart
Tender masochistic lesions
My self inflicted misery
Leaves me searching for the reasons

Hope becomes the mortar now
Clings to us, as brick by brick
We build our new foundation strong
Designed to weather thin and thick

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

Comments

Candlewitch

2 years 1 month ago

dearest Tim,

I see the progression of a history here, and the stages of a man's growth in his life. wisdom comes with time and it is hard won! it is so very hard to choose a favorite section, but I really loved this:

Hope becomes the mortar now
Clings to us, as brick by brick
We build our new foundation strong
Designed to weather thin and thick

*love, Cat
*ever, eddy

p.s.
my favorite lines were:

Around me, sterile, barren ground
For “now I’ve become death
The destroyer of worlds”
in a single solitary breath

*evr, eddy