Devin Iven

I sit here quietly, contended and content.
Just another dreary day, my mind full of dissent.
But something odd is taking place, a chemical reaction.
And deep inside my mind, I can feel the warring faction.
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The lights are passing by.
Blurred and bright and many.
I see the signs of life.
Indifferent and unending.
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The stage is dark.
The curtains rise.
I step out.
The silence dies.
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Before this light set in.
A torch to push you out.
You drowned me every moment.
And filled my soul with doubt.
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Sitting on the edge of a dock at midnight.
Just staring out into the ocean of blackness, made up of water and sky.
The wind whipping at my hair and bare feet.
The gentle song of water lapping against the solid ground behind us.
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The depth of the soul is something that can’t be measured.
Like the roots of a massive tree.
People see the limbs. The outer scars and wounds.
And they think they know it. They think they understand.
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This poem is the sum of my life.
'I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.”
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I sit here thinking.
Listening to my hope.
Breathing in sharply.
My heart and mind elope.
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As each day passes, and the sun comes up a new.
I look into the sky, and wonder what is true.
Breathing deep the new days air, it tastes just like the old.
Everyone is stuck here, doing what there told.
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Yes, you know I’m here.
I oft drift through your mind.
Into my broken world you peer.
But never like what you find.
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Pressed tight.
No light.
Can’t breathe.
Far beneath.
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Drifting into open water.
Into that lazy sea.
All the shame and guilt,
comes flowing out of me.
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Shadows fall around my visage broken.
Sinking into me.
Trapt inside my body, god has spoken.
I drift into the sea.
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My mind is oil.
Black and suffocating.
It taints my thoughts.
My heart is a stone.
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Eyes closed, and veins open.
I stare into the darkness.
The deepness that consumes me.
My downfall, my purpose.
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Life beyond sight

The darkness lying flat.
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The crackle of disintegrated timber.

The glistening of the trees.
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