Stand at the crossroads that darkened sky begins my story
Bereft of glory, I take my moral inventory
That's sure to cure me of my mental slips, relentlessness
And everything between the guy I was and who I am
Living life up to its fullest, sober and indulgent
In the program, listing motives, but something still seems broken
I've spoken of my sorrow live one day and then tomorrow
Live another
Getting smothered by another 'someone' not recovered
Where have I gone wrong? Maybe I came too strong
Maybe I look stupid, easy to play on and on
I climbed into your warm embrace hornets swarm my dormant face
Acting unpredictable and risking everything I've chased
All for someone difficult, I like you for your little soul
Poking through the torment on your chest, that's the principle
I know deep down your just as hurt as I am, I am trying
Vying for something timeless, colored up your eyelids
You're perfectly defiant and I'm prying at your silence
The quiets my asylum and the walls are your compliance
I look straight through your mileage and all I see are diamonds
Stab me with your trident, sword shaped like an Iris
Your eyes resemble tyrants and your realm is my horizon
I'm a pilot flying blinded, a giant heap of strident
Thinking I'm the man until I crash into subsidence
Sirens swarm the crash, contrivance is my virus
Violins play the soundtrack to my past
I'm Poseidon
I create the storm and you resemble Midas
Everything you touch turns to gold like a lion
And I'm lying in your wake
Shaped like an island
Felt ten foot tall ‘till I got humbled by your guidance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way this poem flows from line to line...and yes the title Sword-Shaped Iris was the dagger that attracted me. Keep writing and thank you for sharing, hope it is indeed inspiration for a song
Thank you for the kind feedback, I did in fact turn this into a song, it will be coming soon. Thank you for reading, keep checking for new stuff! !