James Darwin Smith II
Broken Emerald - Poem by James Darwin Smith II
The narrow reigns heavy
Torrential in duplicity
Dark clouds over the horizon
Storming into earnest dreams
Ah, Here comes the nightmares flooding with anticipation
Trying and trying to understand
Why everything seems so secluded
Dyslexic smiles upon doubt's arrogance
Holding hands with denial
Amidst the influence of retched intentions
Low and behold, A Lover walks upon the pavement
Slipping, Sliding, Unbalanced strides swept in utter silence
No traction upon this very journey
Feet so worn out of this meaningless stroll into the presence of nothingness
Defeated by seeing the backs of those who never once saw his inner self
How can they misinterpret those who prosper inside dreams?
And the sunshine keeps hiding
Blackened hearts tear into the minds of their prey
Dressed in a cloning unification
Shredding true love into pieces
Relishing in all of the remaining shrapnel
As they build onto their ego stroking trophies, With ease
And the Lover is now embedded into the pavement
Lamented by Neanderthal royalty
Etched into a dismal unknown
A victim of this misguided disease
It's no wonder why Love is the most suicidal here
As it tries to kill itself into substances of disillusion
Being substituted for deceiving hearts,
Built by rotting roots growing upon innocent anticipation
Polluting the faces of all the true Romantics aspirations
These current times soiled
By Sewer Rat planted infestations
Pacifically Northern upon a Western misdirection
Where the ill intentions of terribly groomed statures
Are seen tearing down the foundations of a once diligent proximity
I am myself
Why is everything, anything not different?
It always seems to stay the same
Nothing new and refreshing
Just a residual dormant of today's tomorrow never going ahead
No, This word heard so many times
Yes, This word, What does it mean?
Am I really home?
Why isn't the sun shining on me?
Was I really born to walk alone?
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