Drenched in confliction

by Chelsey   Oct 31, 2013


Migraines nest their eggs in my eyes and anger plants it's evil
seed inside the depths of my happiness. Cold fronts, warm fronts;
arise thunder! Arise! For maybe your crash will rid this negligence
in a spirit that aches to be free.

But freedom? Freedom can not belong to the broken, it can't
be handed to the wounded, this bondage has an infinite hold
that destroys a reason to hope. It annihilates the purpose of
withholding a destiny. It guides my identity towards destruction.

Angel, demon, right arm, left arm; disperse temptation! Disperse!
For I can not decide on north or south. My mind is unsure of
right and wrong. So leave me. Please me. Whatever you have to do

to help me figure out where I belong.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Jesus, girl.
    This is amazing! It seems so different than some of your other pieces.

    I really love the use of cold fronts, warm fronts; and the exclamation of arise! for the thunder and also on the third stanza with the right arm, left arm... temptation disperse! Using those two different sides and then using the exclamation gave it so much drama and emphasis! I love it.

    The whole meaning of this poem is the ending... having that angel on one side and the devil on the other trying to tempt you. Completely confused and trying to figure out what's right and what's wrong and ultimately where you belong.

    Great job!

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