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Super Human
My days of wanton longing,
chasing things I thought I wanted
left me so alone
in a sea of familiar faces.
I nailed my emotions
to a thousand connections
both false and true.
I lost my heart and my mind
trying to discern the two
It kept me running, breathless;
away from my own darkness,
chased by my own shadow
who grew immense and imposing
gorging itself on a feast of my fears
Slowly, all I thought I wanted
became a ghostly vapor;
or perhaps I was the specter?
With nothing left to run to
I turn my eyes inside and see the beast;
a shadowy reflection in a fun house mirror
We study each other for a moment
that turns into an eternity;
after which,
some understanding has been reached.
We step into each other’s space
becoming super human.
Now my splintered self combines.
I am the darkness and the light.
Love and connection seek me out.
Now I am equipped to receive them.
Patient and watchful for their call.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I tried to not capitalize. Yay!!
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Geezer
2 years 6 months ago
This is...
where I am now. It took me a long time to get here, but I'm glad that I've made the effort. I see the tests you've taken and passed. I'm glad that you learn quicker than me. This is a great bit of introspective work here. Your language and rhythm are near perfect. First stanza, I would change the line
"Chasing things I think I want,"
to:
"Chasing things I thought I needed"
in keeping with the past tense.
Maybe use: With no [where] to run to
How about:
Studying each other
For a moment of eternity
After which
Some understanding....
Just some thoughts about smoothing a couple of spots.
As always, your to use, change or discard. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch
2 years 6 months ago
dear Tim,
I really identify with these lines:
It kept me running, breathless;
away from my own darkness,
chased by my own shadow
who grew immense and imposing
gorging itself on a feast of my fears
great poem.
*ever, eddy styx