Embyronic Dense clouds have fallen among us, Could it be the heavens? Or perhaps A burden upon my senses? My eyes Have once fallen victim to such deceit. Wandering alone in the fog, a fiery warmth, Draws me to the sun. A dew drop upon a flame Dissolves into the ether, eternally dissipated Into infinite space. What am I but A million million pieces of myself? Disillusioned remnants of fateful naivete, Or the rotting fruit of a passing tree, Once thriving on the waters of the Sea of Hope, Now only a nostalgic memory. Dark eyes envision this world Not but an instant ahead of themselves, Separate from the fallen heavens, Enveloped, concealed, hidden from the world, Waning in the final hour, or, perchance, Embryonic, at the eve of reality by God. Angels will reveal themselves when the dust settles, Lifting with them my dark eyes to the light. But how to believe they won’t leave me in the night? To fall once more may leave me shattered, Alone by the ocean shore, a constant reminder Of this former self, once free upon the Sea. Should I ground myself? Leave myself To the lands, assured of my stance? Or maybe venture through the fog In calm pursuit of such forbidden fruit? Once forgotten and buried beneath the sand, What’s been promised to a boy, But been dishonest to a man? Time speaks to me like an open book, The present not but a faint light. A growing tree, blooming flower, to burn And waste the ashes, left to the cool wind. When I am alone in the night, My mind lands among the stars, leaving fragments In exchange for a piece of the glowing sky, And returns to the ground to provide, With a glimmer of hope, a living reason- A reason to fight through the dust And the fog brought down by cruel disease, To survive and resist the detainment of a false life Brought by heartless dishonesty muttered by A descendant of the sky, bearing the fruit of life While eerily calling me to my death.
Interesting. I like the idea of thinking you might have been better off remaining inside the womb, or if you had evolved from the sea into something other than human.. -at least that's what I got out of the third stanza. You describe living as a dangerous thing, as if we are all lost children who can't find our way, or maybe just the character in the poem is. In the final stanza you seem to realize that through knowledge and understanding we can better the world for the newcomers. This poem in its entirity seems to chronologize the Evolution of our species, and our rise to power, while at the same time remaining personal and expressing a persons fear of death. Well done, I like the way that you incorporated different ideas into this
I really enjoy the way you place certain words to bring more life and feeling to your poems. Good work! Enjoying your poems! Keep on writting! :2thumbsup:
