Distortion

by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden   Nov 6, 2009


Darkness cloaking reality,
denying everything I see.
Build up the sickness underneath,
within this skin used as a sheath.

My skull is serving as a shield,
denying things I once revealed.
A twisted soul is caught on fire,
with every voice exclaiming, "Liar!"

Burn the nerves till nothing's there,
destroying truth beyond repair.
Distorting minds of what is real,
to the point where we can't feel.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Faithless

    I guess you were in a state of confusion when you wrote this; questioning your faith and what you have been told to believe. Well, at a certain point of life, there are lots of things that we tend to ask our self. But the only way to enlighten our self is to seek a quest for the truth until we are satisfied with the answers that we're looking for. No doubt, i like how you penned this poem of yours, just airing out your thoughts and put it into words.

    Nicely done

  • 15 years ago

    by iFallToPieces

    I really liked this poem, the flow was great and so was the rhyme. great job 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by SolemnWish

    I really liked this poem especially the last two lines of the 3rd stanza
    Burn the nerves till nothing's there,
    destroying truth beyond repair.

    But I don't know why I think the last line would have been better with cannot instead of can't.
    Burn the nerves till nothing's there,
    destroying truth beyond repair.
    Distorting minds of what is real,
    to the point where we cannot feel.

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