Discover Me Immortal

by Elizabeth Ann   Dec 7, 2004



I live among these sentiments I cannot breach, surrounded by a walled-in anticipation giving birth, to discover whom of those cannot be touched.

Torn to win them, want to confess my only one soul to carry on through this mystery. Only to egress when I’ve seen them worthy beckon.
A coward to become what I once was for fear of what I am.

Can I help for my score of borrowed lives to come this far? How has that made me honest and thus worthy of their trust? My beggars for this mystery...this husk of a once identity advanced in a cursed evolution as history deemed unfound?

My immortality, my story, of how one man died and became, once again, unborn.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Kill The Complex

    wow that is really good!!! it really seems you wrote that with your heart once again great job!!

    emmerz

  • 20 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Barrowed lives: after all the people who let him into their society, and or touched him in some way. How he couldn't explain or make them understand why he never seemed to age, while they had to witness there own through his eyes.

    And yes...it was a spelling error. But thank you for taking the initiative to make sense of it. THat tells me a lot :?

  • 20 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Another intriguing tale. I have to ask, though...

    In the following line, did you mean "borrowed lives" or what you had:

    "Can I help for my score of barrowed lives to come this far?"

    At first I thought it was a spelling error, and then I realized that "barrowed lives" was an interesting description, especially for one dwelling in barrows, or simply underground away from the light (continuing on a vampiric theme prevalent in much of your poetry). So now I'd love to know what you intended.... ;)

  • 20 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    I am honored that you enjoyed it so much. Now then, you've given me another name to inspire me. I look forward to reading your work ;)

  • 20 years ago

    by pinkalias

    wow, breath taking. i love this piece, you have a talent with words and they bring much emotion into your work,

    "My beggars for this mystery...this husk of a once identity advanced in a cursed evolution as history deemed unfound? "

    I love that stance. The words and comparisons you use are powerful and the symbols are intense. fantastic job

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