This is an unfinished poem. I'm still looking for something satisfying between the second to last stanza and the last stanza. Either way, feedback is definitely welcome until I come back to finish this!
Inspired by "The Alchemist"
Out to the world
Out
of my hands
My blood is fizzing
and I can't understand
what the world is trying to do to me.
(What are you doing to me?)
My shaky hands
just missed their target
Out
of my hands
The world is playing with me
(I can see it)
The rainbow
arcs so beautifully.
Oh, what a wonderful world after all.
They say to understand, understand
what language is
That I will lose my heart
That my throat will click
and the sinew-y branches on my
Tree
will put a leash on me.
Yet I've been filling it,
feelin' it,
feeding it,
dreaming it,
been alluding it
Can I call myself ambitious
without the true meaning
of living it?
Oh, out to the world
Out,
of my hands
I can't seem to remember where I placed my—
Man! Duck for cover, reach round
The gun holds the answ-er
But the question is,
Do I pull the safety downward or
risk meeting
failure?
Oh, what a wonderful world after all,
I say,
What a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world after all!
And out to the world
Blood on my hands
The rainbow is shivering
I can't understand
Those cliffs covered in snow howling the
wolf's song
The lyrics are all wrong
How are these thoughts
so fraught
and cramped inside my head?
They say to understand, understand
what language is
They say I'm ambitious but inconsiderate
That I will lose my heart
That my throat will click
and the sinew-y branches on my
Tree
will put a leash on me.
(Oh, what a wonderful world after all!)
When I come
Out to the world, when it's
out
of my hands
My blood will start calming
Then I'll understand
what the mountain's howl
meant to be.
They said to me,
"Come howl with us."
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.
