Repeat

by JaM   Mar 17, 2013


Such as a puzzle is confusing, that you are to me.
New discoveries I approach, and so may it be.
That, however I cannot, bear surprises of thee.
Such will, I do not have, to let it be.

Too often, within myself, I fight.
Making poor attempts, at views of right.
My vision askew, yet only slight.
A day to come, of achieving right.

Tearing into fragments, over one's heart.
Torturing thoughts, bring me apart.
Pierced by points, sharper than a dart.
Yet no desire stirs, to be apart.

Swallowed in anger, carried by sadness.
Thy mind drifts slowly, into madness.
Wearing a comical look of happiness,
I sit solemnly, within this madness.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Redangelwings

    People truly are confusing most of the time and sometimes it's even hard to figure ourselves out. I think this is a very sweet poem. And here is what I think. When you think about a person you discover more than you from before. Yet sometimes it really is still confusing. We don't truly know who the person is inside. I like what you say though. I like how you seem admit although you know this person, you discover something new everyday. We do fight ourselves everyday and it is hard to know what is wrong and right. Knowing the difference helps us grow I believe. I think we all have to follow our own path in life and we can overcome a lot if we tried. Which I believe is what you are saying.

    It's hard to follow the heart because love is a hard pathto follow. You want to be with them but on the other hand you want to be alone. IIt's hard when you hurt inside. If we overthink things it does make us crazy and we as humans do that more than we admit. I love how you said your heart hurts. One person can change our life for the good and bad. I love the last lineas it shows you let this pperson control your emotions. That is the worst feeling in the world. The mind does go into madness. I love the title it fits so well into the deeper meaning of the poem. Everything you decribed here is a vicious circle of repeat. You can change but it's very difficult. Great poem though. 5/5