The Pendulum

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
stuck in the middle

Submitted: June 18, 2017

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The pendulum vanishes..

 

I am flush as dracula standing in between.

It might not even exist ,

 this swinging away,

I watch anyways,

life always fading 

flickering like a birthday cake

candle wish,

hoping it will come back again

with the gift of tomorrow;

 promised to no one.

 

The pendulum approaches.

 

It returns, this law of the land,

with its swinging discomfort and longing for anothers hand,

this feeling of unworthiness, wanting to reach up and out,

putting an end to the force, 

that pulls it back away again, promising another day of doubt.

 

The pendulum pushes.

 

Masquerading as pleasure and the way everything should feel,

then pivoting once more out reach,

letting go of the demons, crawling out of my own skin,

before a cloud of bliss starts to breach,

coming back round again,

moving to the side,

 

The pendulum pulls.

 

I shuffle a two step dance on my own grave,

then watch it fade back, atrocities welcome a new day of lies.

 fleeting and wanting what I came for,

swinging back towards me, like a choice I cannot seem to ignore. 

 

The pendulum spins.

 

I side step, knowing what the good days are followed by,

unsure which this one may be.

I am my only friend, eternity keeps my grip on love

 I wait in between, for the change; immortality lets go of this light,

So I have no reason to pretend anymore

 darkness and disgust escape from my dreams. 

 

The pendulum swings.

 

 

 

 

 


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