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Let Me Walk Away Pt. 2

May 6, 2015
By LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula


I start up once again, I begin to spread
I eat up the world and leave many dead
It’s said that the flame which once warmed
Took it’s own form and raged against the storm

Fought fate with a fatal wound
Fortune foretold, self-marooned

Let him die, let him fry, set him ablaze
Then put him aside,

Let me burn, for my stomach turns
And I can take no more, I yearn
To die, for it is what I’ve earned
And yet the world watches, it watches
As if my arm would gain notches, and yet
I sit still, stare into the beast’s eyes
My forehead wet, I sit, I sweat and fret
For this beast comes in the guise
Of a man, he who cries for all who die
At the hands of those who try to fly
To soar in the sky and glide above this paradise,
Those who believe themselves wise
Who plan and devise our demise
Those who look to me, they look to me
And they despise what they see.

Me! I shall stand, albeit weakly
I shall drudge, I trudge
Take the pain, take the hate weekly

I sought to change what people saw

This isn’t power, this isn’t change
This is something different and strange
It’s me for what I stand for, an exchange
They take my past, they take my soul
And rearrange it and interchange it
I cry out, because I’m deranged and
I cry out, because I’m insane
I cry out, because I’m in pain
I’m in chains and I try in vain
To rid myself of this bane
To maintain my moral vane

Let me not fall through the ground
And land upon myself, tethered and bound
For I lead a new world to bring to light
We stand at the ready to fight
We know what we do is right
And so we step up to incredible height

Suddenly I’m alone, suddenly I’m bone
Lacking in subsistence, thrown off my throne
Shown a new tone, the world knocks me back
And I am disowned
Discarded
Trashed and unwanted
Thrashed and taunted
Bashed and haunted
By the echos of trumpets
Which sounded my victory
My ghost walks triumphant
But the truth was contradictory
For there was but a single shot and I fell
I now writhe, for I burn in hell
I cry out for I can never tell her

I stand here, upon this hill, depressed
The wind blows and I look to the west
The sun sets, and just as it lay
I follow it and walk away


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Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 12 2015 at 12:34 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

First of all: Wow. Not only do you captivate with poetry, your prose is breathtaking, too! I should start asking you more open-ended questions if this is the kind of gems we get out of it. ;) Seriously, though, I hear you. I guess my comment was more fitting to our discussion on another of your pieces about exploring more topics for you to write about. Still, though, I'm glad I asked... Man, your writing is pure gold.

on May. 11 2015 at 9:39 am
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

I understand what you mean, but these poems aren't about where he's going or the journey, the poem is about him making his decision to finally walk away and leave it all behind, to turn his back on all of the things that deprived him of his happiness, despite every fiber of his being telling him that there is just no way that he could. He was able to look off to the sun setting, knowing that once the darkness came he wouldn't be able to leave, and follow it, clinging on to that tiny bit of sunlight, hoping that it would be all that he needed to move on and hold on until he find shelter.

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 7 2015 at 2:15 pm
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Perhaps, but for the record, you couldn't ruin it. Part 3: where he went? Or is that something new entirely? Or alternately, have you not gotten there yourself yet?

on May. 7 2015 at 10:12 am
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

I'm glad you liked it ^-^ I was actually planning on writing another part to it, but then I thought "Nah, this is perfect" because in the first part, the choice is made to walk away, in this one, action is taken. It's a perfect two part poem that I won't ruin with a third part :3

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 7 2015 at 1:30 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

This is the first time you've made me actually lose it completely and cry. By far, by far, by far, this is your best work to date (at least for me). I feel both hollow and over-filled, each line stronger and braver than the last. I thought you couldn't go better than "I'm bone" and then you hit the last light of day with "I follow it and walk away".... Just *yes.* From all of us who know how this feels: Yes.