ESR - Hello Poetry

The sway of the ship rocked my last waking ounce of confidence to sleep Its tomb forever lost at sea buried in an ocean of insecurities far too deep to ever find the bottom of An expanse whose shores will be littered with the wrecks of countless ships set out to sail in search for new land to claim for a church whose saviour only ever wanted you Your words were not your own they spoke with a sentiment that choked out every honest flame that burnt within you I had familiarized myself enough with your work to tell that even you were not your own just a puppet that fell to a master of bad decisions and whimsical self destruction You never managed to rack up enough civilian casualties you lied with such precision that every vision of truth got a little off the top of what could be seen Now standing I pace the deck of the boat in hopes of chasing away the hurt In an act of desperate self examination I attempt a determination of whether or not I’ve been led to believe I am more than what I’ve seemed to this day it is a question that is put first in my mind every time a mirror can be seen After covering enough ground in the worry of my pacing exhaustion offers me a chair and I sit myself down despite all the time I took searching for hope I realize that there's nothing I’ve found So again my surroundings become that friend no one talks to unless you need something I just about bring myself to saying their name when my eyes are brought in by the raging flame of loathing The net of my eye caught glimpse of a wave honing its act of breaking A step I find my heart taking in a long race towards a finish line painted with the tears resentment shed when it realized that all those years were dead to you I promise That had my mind been given the chance it would’ve pled guilty and accepted the charge of the crime of never giving us the time for a final dance Had I been given the chance I would have tied my heartstrings to yours and assured that their bond would be a door that could never be closed with words like I'm sorry And as the ship meets shore my hands and knees break from begging your covert answers For more but nothing came So each question remained suspended by nooses tied with aloof fear just loose enough for each of them to breathe out another multiplying my confusion Love how could a word so true so commonly used by you even whisper a lie?

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May 5, 2017

May 5, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

ESR

So Commonly Used by You

The sway of the ship rocked my last waking ounce of confidence to sleep Its tomb forever lost at sea buried in an ocean of insecurities far too deep to ever find the bottom of An expanse whose shores will be littered with the wrecks of countless ships set out to sail in search for new land to claim for a church whose saviour only ever wanted you Your words were not your own they spoke with a sentiment that choked out every honest flame that burnt within you I had familiarized myself enough with your work to tell that even you were not your own just a puppet that fell to a master of bad decisions and whimsical self destruction You never managed to rack up enough civilian casualties you lied with such precision that every vision of truth got a little off the top of what could be seen Now standing I pace the deck of the boat in hopes of chasing away the hurt In an act of desperate self examination I attempt a determination of whether or not I’ve been led to believe I am more than what I’ve seemed to this day it is a question that is put first in my mind every time a mirror can be seen After covering enough ground in the worry of my pacing exhaustion offers me a chair and I sit myself down despite all the time I took searching for hope I realize that there's nothing I’ve found So again my surroundings become that friend no one talks to unless you need something I just about bring myself to saying their name when my eyes are brought in by the raging flame of loathing The net of my eye caught glimpse of a wave honing its act of breaking A step I find my heart taking in a long race towards a finish line painted with the tears resentment shed when it realized that all those years were dead to you I promise That had my mind been given the chance it would’ve pled guilty and accepted the charge of the crime of never giving us the time for a final dance Had I been given the chance I would have tied my heartstrings to yours and assured that their bond would be a door that could never be closed with words like I'm sorry And as the ship meets shore my hands and knees break from begging your covert answers For more but nothing came So each question remained suspended by nooses tied with aloof fear just loose enough for each of them to breathe out another multiplying my confusion Love how could a word so true so commonly used by you even whisper a lie?

73

To who I was, Who now is lost, I'm sorry

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Dec 29, 2016

Dec 29, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC