Mind Afflicted

Oh my ignoble mind
why must you be so
rueful-this sorrowful pity
abject-I am not contemptible
brooding-unkind contemplations.

Oh my heinous conscience
dare not
mock me-oh the cruelty
taunt me-cuts so deep
bleed me-I flow dying.

Oh my callous intellect
why must you yet
scorn me-is praise so ugly
castigate me-the pain beguiling
disparage me-oh your brutality!

Oh my derisive aspect
dare not
deceive me-illusions prison
betray me-my loyalty shaken
delude me-my truth so naked.

Do not do so!
Oh my afflicted mind
why must you
transcend my heart-this raw love
overtake the purpose-all consuming
of my fierce quest-aching in urgency.

Even still with
scant recompense
I die a thousand deaths
in your ideations.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Labyrinth Avatar
December 20, 2020 at 1:47 PM
Isn't it ironic to think, that people who go through so much heartache, angst, pain and suffering - in this life - if they choose to turn inwards into their shadow work, are those true genuine artists who contain the sensitive proclivity to write their pain into pure genius works of art, be they poet laureates, artists, musicians, writers, architects, great inventors, scientists, etc ....I love this poem very much. It is genius. Sometimes to burn bright with light, you have to swallow the dark and produce diamonds out the other end. x
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December 20, 2020 at 4:37 PM
Oh, and What You're Able, vicious condemnation of unrequited love. And the incongruities that arise from such an alliance, both in terms of depth and breadth of each parties emotions. As well as the energies spent going polar opposite one another. Ok, that's all.
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December 20, 2020 at 2:53 PM
You nailed it. I don't know about genius though. You either have what I call the trauma strain, or you don't. I can only relate to others of my ilke. I wrote a poem for anyone I have disdain, or contempt for. I'm posting it tomorrow:. Dismissed is the title. Thank you again for taking the time, and for your kind words.
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