inside

By suhailp · Dec 1, 2011 · ·
  1. that time has come again;
    that cold emptiness floods this lonesome lagoon
    and my thoughts scatter like the shimmers of the moon.
    I try to grasp them but they run through my fingers
    and back into that deep empty stillness.
    i see darkness betweenst these glimmers of hope;
    and it seems I'm crumbling from within,
    doubt,
    fear,
    anger,
    through these cracks they find a way
    and they can see
    and then they know
    but I must not show.
    inside these four cournered walls lays the truth;
    pain and sufferring,
    worries and sorrow,
    I cannot escape their clutches.
    And in the silence of the night,
    when nothing errs but the kitchen mice.
    I hear a voice in the stillness;
    which speaks to me of greatness;
    imploring me to follow his ways,
    but within his whispering voice i hear his deception;
    a mere reflection;
    an illusion,
    a ghostly shadow
    that fills me with confusion.
    And from the darkness it twists and curls,
    It's meanacing grin looking me in the face;
    wide eyed crimson pearls,
    and in them I see my hopes and dreams,
    but I know its wicked ways,
    where deep inside it lays,
    within me,
    waiting, seeking for that moment of weakness,
    that moment of utter bleakness.
    But I shall not let him escape again,
    and so these chains I tie myself to;
    a prisoner I must remain,
    from the darkness I must abstain,
    and keep him out of view;
    those desires that lay dormant;
    so I lament, and repent for my sins,
    and in sorrow I live these remaining days,
    and attempt to refrain from those wicked ways,
    within these shackled chains.
    But it seems those empty claims
    where I pertain to be made of gold;
    touched by the hand of Midas himself;
    is but wasteful procrastination.
    For when I look deep inside myself
    I suspect these speculations;
    are but mere vanity
    these nightly contemplation's;
    hidden insanity.
    But I see beneath his vivid gaze,
    those wicked ways,
    in this lonesome grotto;
    in the reflection of the shallows;
    between the wavering of the shadows;
    those illusions
    these comforting delusions
    in which he speaks to me, telling me to follow,
    happiness he can provide,
    he is the demon
    that lives inside.

Comments

  1. mugen shiyo
    I don't know what it is about your writing, but I like it. It probably won't do for a publicly acceptable poem. Seems like one of those poems you have to share a mood with or a certain perspective or something like that. I really liked the ending.

    Write more.
  2. suhailp
    thanks mugen the poems actually about temptation and delusions of grandeur/excessive pride.
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Introspection_illusion
    http://youarenotsosmart.com/2010/05/26/the-perils-of-introspection/
    its kind of a critique on writing poetry itself as a form of introspection, I don't know if it comes off as that though. But more importantly Its supposed to be about those fantasies people often have before they go to sleep, of things that they would like to happen. This is a kind of relevant quote, it gave me the idea of writing about it:

    "All people dream, but not equally.
    Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
    Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
    But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
    For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
    And make them come true. "
  3. mugen shiyo
    i like the quote except for the 'dangerous' part. i like how it articulated an old thought for me; wondering if i was a productive or unproductive dreamer

    Interesting read, the links you gave. that old "i'm right and everyone else is wrong or confused thing". 'd have to admit to feeling that more often than not. The Buddhists have something called the 'beginner's mind' which means that you are in a state to which you approach a thing, idea, or whatever without any preconceived notions of it. I think the real dream is trying to convince ourselves we are anything but vain.

    Thanks for the links, by the way. I like reading things like that. How'd you know :p
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