I Depict in You my Sorrows (long ass poem)

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I Depict in You my Sorrows


I depict in you my own sorrows
Drowning my soul in the nuisance of life.
Marketing my dreams-or nightmares . . . .

Many things taken and given yet my
Calling so far away. This can only come by my
Willingness to yearn for more knowledge and
Worthiness, though the latter will never come.
But my goal is just even as I stand in reach of it
It never changes
Never changed.

I cement to you my failures
By my feet as well as my hands,
Tripping over the other, with poignant
Indignity and an infallible sense of destruction.
Sending in with awesome will,
My fate decided yet made macabre images
In my heart.
Just who am I?

Am I just some forgotten soul in the
World in need of guidance?
Or am I great in the making, free to ponder
The enormity of my life, if it is indeed that big?

Foraging old talents, much is anticipated, no?
Yet little is delivered.

I'm stammering away my every reason-
Not without justice,
Staring down with vague finality
The adamant cup held not
To my lips, neigh, the brim
Tilts towards the mouth of incredulity,
Shivering at every arsenic laced drop.

I keep my muse locked in an iron cage
Heavy on the ocean floor
Where only the fish can hear her sweet song

I drown you in my angers
So many yet so little in importance
Eyes as red as blood
Dripping in an eerie fashion
Off the wall of dignity and blending into my sweet meats
So then my soul cries at an utter dysentery of livelihood lost

My heart dehydrated but perhaps my spirit lifted
More finality gathered and shaken away.
Sordid processions gather and wave away the stench of hatred
So my imminence becomes clear at last.

I hear in you your questions
So many yet so few
Given by thought and reserved in heart.
Standing for the very hope that tears you down.

Maybe we should stand together.