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Waiting For The End

Poetry By: dibbledabble
Poetry



My entry to MAmbers Challenge. I chose Waiting For The End - Linkin Park. I listened to the lyrics, they are on the surface about a failed relationship, but it occurred to be that it could be about life in general. I am not good at song lyrics so I have written an autobiographical poem, but I am aware of my negative mind-set at the moment so I have attempted to finish it upbeat.


Submitted:Apr 12, 2012    Reads: 36    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   


Waiting for the End

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Focused, direct, driven he had been

Aspired and achieved

Respected

All things done right

Followed the path

Made his way faithfully in life

But now he was just waited for the end.

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Alone he thought of what he had lost

The girl he had married

A compassionate soul

She had been damaged by her past

She needed to be loved, unconditionally

It had been too great a sacrifice to give

Driving forward: Obstinate determination

Being what 'they' said he could never be

He did not see he was damaged too

Now he was just waiting for the end

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They had crept upon him, the vines of destruction

Sown by the poisonous seeds of his childhood

Rooted in his subconscious secretly entwining his mind

Twisting his thoughts. Silently burrowing

Undermining all he had built

Watered by instant access society they had swelled

Only when all else had been choked had they

shown themselves in their treacherous glory.

Sanities saviours they had lied, leading him into virtual madness

It was not till the last had he felt the vines tighten

A little too late he had called out for help

Now he was just waiting for the end.

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It was as the creepers stole hopes last light

When the end seemed inevitable

It was then in desperation he hadreached out

To a therapist, a gardener of sorts

She did not burn from the top or tear at the vines

Indiscriminately ripping away at what could only be seen

She did not force her way in but handed him tools

Suggested places to dig to get at the roots

And there in the fertile earth of the past they lay

The origins of his path, the good and the bad.

It was here that he chose what to sever or save.

He had returned to the beginning while waiting for the end

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And with the vines dying back, withering, dropping away

The person inside who had always been could be seen

Not exposed, but at peace with himself

Now clearer in mind

Still obstinately determined

To do all things right

Still focused and driven

He will follow his path

To the future that lays out of sight

It is clear to him now, she does not hate him

Just the monster that engulfed

She still has love; he can learn to love fully

For now he is waiting for this end

But already overlapped

Is a new beginning

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By Dibs





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