Words Fail

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Syn, Aug 21, 2012.

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  1. Syn

    Syn Well-Known Member

    Lost within this empty, hollow gloom
    Like suffocating in this dreary tomb
    Pen and paper fly across the room
    Like screaming words that don't exist

    How can I subsist when words resist
    They just won't convey the way I feel
    It's so unreal, surreal, I can't reveal
    How I slowly decay, more each day

    I just...
    Don't know what to say
    I just...
    Can't take this anymore
    I just...
    Wanted you to know
    I just...
    Can't go on like this

    This apathy is being torn apart
    Bittersweet, a mending heart
    It's like no matter what I do
    I can't get through to you

    I'm so sick, I'm so messed
    I always feel so depressed
    And though I try my best
    I still feel so fucking stressed

    I just...
    Hate every withering line
    And every single rhyme
    I just...
    Hate every wasted scream
    And every weary dream
    I just...
    Hate this sick reflection
    This hollow wasted soul
    I just...
    Don't know what to say
    It didn't matter anyway

    I'm tired of breathing, so I'm leaving
    I'm done believing anything matters
    My life just tatters that never mattered
    I feel so battered, completely shattered

    Words, simply crumble to dust
    Each sentence forgotten to rust
    Pen and paper fly across the fucking room
    Like suffocating in this hollow dreary tomb

    The dissipation of my motivation, This strangulation,
    And eradication of a reiteration of my life's evaporation

    The demonetization, and hypocritical harmonization
    Obfuscation without clarification, leads to a realization

    The implication, an accusation of non-assimilation
    Creates an inflation of deviation, like an orchestration

    An infestation of escalation, like a painful laceration
    This agitation, just makes me pray for evisceration

    There is no inspiration nor innovation, only frustration
    This resignation, so far beyond my weary toleration

    This false criminalization leads to a disorientation
    Vilification is your way of victimization, right?!

    This is the magnification of your grave miscalculation
    Your misinterpretation is absolutely no re-invigoration

    I need some kind of revitalization for my self-perpetuation
    This heart, a creative conflagration without limitation

    But the implementation and even the application
    Is purely improvisation from my own damnation

    There is no alleviation nor vindication
    From this isolation and ex-communication

    Every moment feels like such painful suffocation
    Now I'm at the edge of suicidal contemplation
  2. NYJmpMaster

    NYJmpMaster Have a question? Message Me Staff Member Forum Owner ADMIN

    So many pieces hit home- nobody could read it without feeling. Thank you for sharing.
  3. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    It looks like in this case, words succeeded.
  4. Syn

    Syn Well-Known Member

    Thanks guys, but my words still fail miseraablt, I can't seem to stop my life from falling apart again and again. I'm starting to think suicide is really the only option I have anymore because everything else in my life just keeps fucking falling apart. I don't even know to start, I just wanna kill this heart. I don't even wanna breathe, czu all I do is seethe. I can't take being here right now, so tell me how. How can I face the day when I just want to run away?I don't want to stay, this life is pointless anyway.
  5. Songie

    Songie Well-Known Member

    Wow, you're very talented. Thank you for sharing, I was truly moved. :hug:
  6. JigsawJohn

    JigsawJohn Well-Known Member

    I really like your poem too. It's really powerful. And I know what you mean by words not being enough for expressing how one feels... I think we're many who can relate to that. I know that no text so far has been able to utterly and completely describe what it is that I feel. Sometimes words just doesn't seem to be enough, but sometimes they are.

    All I can say is that your words hit right through my heart and describe the way I feel kind of accurately. You're really talented, and it's nice to see someone else using big words in a really good way like you do. Take care.
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