(After much deliberation I have decided to repost this. I wrote it in a time of distress and the connotations within the piece no longer apply to my current state)
Sometimes you just go back,
to ways of old,
ways of the past, which,
you'd rather not repeat,
usually when you think
that you've escaped them,
on those dark days
where everything seems
to go the wrong way,
and your new methods
of coping just don't cut it.
Cut it, I guess that's what you're scared of,
after years of never going back to that place
you've arrived there again,
and you'd rather not be there at all
but I guess when you fall,
into situations that you blow
way out of proportion,
you are going to land
on the concrete foundations of old
and do what used to help.
And so the blade cuts the flesh deep,
straight down the vain,
you think a final happy thought
as you'll never see the world again.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | August 17, 2010 - 18:38
Hi andrew-evans,
I hope that you are no longer in distress. It's
awful when you feel this way. Things always find
a way of righting themselves in the end.
A sad poem, but nevertheless an expressive poem.
Jenny.
maggyvaneijk | August 17, 2010 - 20:27
as much as, what you were feeling is dark and unsettling and a feeling I hope is no longer with you, you have expressed it in a very profound way. This is a very well written piece.
andrew-evans | August 17, 2010 - 20:47
Thank you very much. The feeling comes and goes, but has never been as strong as it was a year or so a go since, it's more like a mood i slip into, and hard to get out of but always do
Beeme | August 20, 2010 - 21:46
I too hope that you're past these feelings, although I know too well how they come and go. I think the second stanza expresses the feelings so well and is excellently written with maturity and confidence, with is often hard when writing about such an emotive topic. A massive well done from me, for the poem and bravery of dealing with such overwhelming emotions in the past.
Beeme xx