Through my eyes

by Rey Severs   Jul 5, 2014


As I watch my life through my eyes,
I have no choice but to sit idly by,
My mind is a concoction of a deathly spill,
Nothing to sedate, nothing to thrill.

All I ever want is more,
But most days I just fall to the floor,
This mind of mine, a deadly weapon,
My thoughts and actions, keep people guessing.

Torture, burn, cry then regret,
My memories, my hell I can never forget,
Twisted emotions, no wrong, no right,
I want to give up, but constantly fight.

I am sickened by who I cannot be,
I want to change, what is happening to me?
I don't know, so confusion sinks in,
All I am left to do is sin.

My body, undesirable, by not them, but myself,
It needs to go, banished to hell.
The mirror, it betrays me with lies!
This is the life, I see through my eyes.

If I were to tear of this skin,
Do it over, start again,
Nothing would be left but a beating heart,
It yearns, it begs to restart.

My bones, they're heavy, undesirable weight,
As I am left to wither in this fate.
I try to find good things, but I am irate,
because all I can famish is loathe and hate.

So I sit here, abandoned and left,
This agony and pain, my last regret,
I refuse to care, I refuse to cry.
This is my life, seen through my eyes.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Judging comment:

    This was a very reflective piece, and I liked the whole aspect of being "outside and looking in", like we know we have free will and control over our life yet sometimes we feel unable to dictate actions, or regulate certain emotions. Lovely flow here and this poem invoked many important questions in me as well. Can we simply choose to change, restart? It reminded me of the quote I've heard before that your circumstances do not define you, you can overcome them. Like whatever happened in the past, or whatever memories keep playing in your head, or when we will feel all we can do is sin because we are imperfect humans with a tendency to make mistakes often. A poem filled with doubts, desire to change, and wanting almost a light to be shown that there is more. These ending lines "I refuse to car, I refuse to cry" especially reached me, as we often get stuck in that time where we don't have care or concern for ourselves or for the world around us, so we then feel numb. But all this will hopefully pass. Take each day at a time. (4)

    • 10 years ago

      by Rey Severs

      Thank you very much, it is much like this actually. Your interpretation is almost spot on. Thanks for reading :)

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