/lit/ - Literature

Amen
A man amends to mend but bends
Earthward, as if to crawl as earthworm,
Of flesh I have but this to say:
Holds sway for a day and then is lost,
Least we grow attached, to that wretched word,
At long last dread, I welcome you home,

The head, the head, the head
is the house of man says men,
And the heart is a ghost long dead,
Skylark signals daily toil,
Shredded our bark, exposed the soil,
I am lost, not a word to say,
I spit up my bread, born labor of a day,
I was easy and was made afraid,

It is as if by knife I'm flayed,
Broken downward of a spine I'm splayed,
Broken aspirations, downward driven, knelt to pray,
My goals far gone, now to kiss the grown I've walked upon,

Behold! The Creative-Nothing nothing created!
Aspirations of creativity are my only liability,
When this world is if as one with futility,
Gorging fire, youth cruel pyre, forging on till I expire,

Mind, oh god, dear god,
Lift away my every sorrow,
And let me borrow for today,
The strength you would've had tomorrow,

Alas, such crevasse mind cannot surpass,
And in the ilk of silk-like muzzle,
Ailing muscle, in short time it will collapse,

Once severed from this sweet illusion,
Like a verse from the poet’s hearth delusion,
All that's depraved endowed onto our kind,
My thoughts slaved by this pollution,
that now remains within enshrined,

It is I, orphan of time and circumstance,
As it stands, past me, can’t help to be,
but what he has already been,
Can't see, blind and mute, to soothe his soul
he plays the lute, too bad the fool's tone deaf,
With plea I've turned to face my future self,
Only to have that man advert my gaze,

Somehow that day I dared to dream,
And today I dare to dream again,
bitterness and gratitude, hope and despair,
it all melts together, nothing left spared,
Until you are left cold and wet, a castaway,
you've cast your die, now walk away,
Shivering, eyes wide open, no tears to weep,
but at least, no longer asleep.

>>14069095
really solid finale on the first one, I love doggerel and cheekyneess, but perhaps a bit too reiterative on the mid seccion; if you catch my drift.