the grand revolving door of gilded promise - poem
where was i just before i passed through the door?
i was in a beautiful place,
embraced by the ignorant bliss of youth.
my mind has since birthed a protective fog,
holding fast to purity as it fades.
i can feel it getting warmer. louder. muddled.
it seeps through my ears, the corruption,
my cheeks burn, should i even bother to continue?
honesty’s for the weak, so i’ll say i’m fine.
my eyes force themselves shut.
guilt holds me by the throat.
i want to go home, but i already am.
i’m already here, and this is home.
"you're an ingrate", im told.
yet this isn’t it, i know.
i don’t want to see this through anymore.
i no longer want to be.
carve the eyes, and out with the mouth,
if my words aren’t enough to believe.
for what i become as i speak,
is to what i'm fated.
the trusted among the light rejoice.
and there’s no comfort in staying,
where i have no voice.
so i return to my place,
where i was not long before;
just a turn around the revolving door.
@tokkittalgi
AWWww....You are loved, Tok! 🥰 It felt personal. I feel you. Your writing always manages to capture me every time. You will always be heard here, on 7c!😄 Let this be your new place of solace! WE GOT YOUR BACK!!
@tokkittalgi
Very nice. The flow of the story was very nicely paced, and certainly showed a real depth of emotion. I really liked the way the first and last lines bookend the poem, and give it a sense of perpetual repetition. I am hesitant to comment more as it seemed very genuine. If it was just a piece of creativity, then kudos. If more than that, then I wish you happier times.
