James Darwin Smith II
A Paradox, It Sure All Is - Poem by James Darwin Smith II
Love, A bipolar entity
Riding dyslexic waves of emotions
Crawling on slippery broken glass
Procrastinating common sense
Little Girls stuck in adult bodies
As little Boys age with no regret
Be the very sheep you count away
Wake up the next day
Well, will you still be sleeping away?
To eyes too laden to dream
Watching the night go by
Only to see the sun intrude in denial
What makes sense anymore?
Words permeate each sense
Common you could even add
Only to subtract power
Of a will reversing in structure
Dulled by repetitive chaos
All in a vain sight
Love, falling in pain
Relishing in tragedy
A bludgeoned crime scene in itself
Dragged upon a bed of broken glass
Suffocating the screams of earnest dreams
All in the name of the place where hearts now lay
A Demon for your dwelling dismay
Still, as love fades away
I cannot see it die
So why must I keep punishing myself?
Love, it is all a game
Which is the façade?
Is it Love?
Or is it Pain?
My heart even now
Through this confusion
Will always remain strong
When today’s love gets hurt
It always seems to have tomorrow’s love to blame
Yet, this heart must forget about yesterday
Being incomplete is what shall make me feel compelled to be complete, Someday
Any way the day shall take me to my true home
The prophecy of my own solved/unsolved unknown
A paradox, it sure all is
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