The Dignity of a Catalyst

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

-From the period of life that I was submerged by depression.

I hold the hand of a


And not the

Good kind.

They are the wicked and unnamed

beings who

Fare to the beautiful

and kind, then

Take everything they


I hold the hand of a catalyst.

My virtue is long lost.

And my dignity?

So be of it!

What is the dignity of someone who

has spent

Their entire life

Pondering the ability

To cry?

And the tears ne'er to fall


Was I pushed or pulled

Yay to the current of my

Exploding, Imploding,



Thus, dignity means nothing

to me.

Because I hold the hand




Submitted: July 09, 2011

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Frank Ramtahal

I think you should have joined some of the lines to make one line, e.g. The first two lines should be one line.

Very interesting with great flow.

Sat, July 9th, 2011 12:54pm

Mister R.

As opposed to Frank I believe I see why you made the breaks in the lines the way they are presented. I understand it takes up more space and would seem horrifying to a lazy reader, but once you realize where to pause as the author has visioned it (it's not like we can always hear the poem).
The subject also seems to be a breath of fresh air within most of what's published on the website.
Keep on experimenting and soon you'll find the right pace for your writing, which you have pretty much reached.

Sat, July 9th, 2011 6:33pm

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