Mispent Eternity

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Mispent Eternity

I looked into the crystalline pool of uncertainty,

There reflected was a truth,

A stark moment of absolute clarity,

That I was not enough for you.

 

No matter the way I twisted and turned,

You were determined to be dissatisfied.

I tried to stand beneath you and

Want the things you did.

 

You looked at me and told me,

To break open a crate of individuality,

I did, I grew, I blossomed, I flew,

Then you told me, you wished I were more like you.

 

I sat in adulation, quiet contemplation,

Daring not to breathe a word,

When I did not speak, you took not a care,

Only when I whispered your name,

Did you turn and stare.

 

In your eyes I saw my fate,

Lain aside in boredom and hate,

I have wasted the years, you meant for another,

Yet you waited, at my side,

Waited to discover,

Your real better other.

 

Forgive me my sins,

I only ever tried,

To be the best I could,

Wondering when striving,

Would cease to be enough.

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ginga commented on Mispent Eternity

10-24-2010

Narrator, When one tries to fit the mold, it is time to break away and live life on your own. I liked the desperate voice that has self-doubt riddled in every line. This touched me deeply. ty ginga

Narrator

11/01/2010

Thank you once more Ginga for taking the time to read my poems. I think the hardest thing of all is to understnad your true self and when to let yourself free... it holds great personal meaning for me. Narrator.

redbloodink commented on Mispent Eternity

09-17-2010

Narrator your individuality is so precious and endearing to who you are... You we made to be like no other so be yourself and stay full of love hope and faith...... love red

Narrator

09/19/2010

Thank you red, your words are truly humbling. We are but a product of our experiences, and we are all very much unique :). Have faith in who you are and dare to stand tall :) Narrator.

redbloodink

09/19/2010

ty Narrator.......

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Narrator’s Poems (39)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Ablaze 0
A Different Kind of Poet 3
Do You Speak Greek? 0
Dancing Away From Me 4
No Longer An Artist 2
Do not forget 1
Competition 1
To Handsome Stranger 1
Ol' Christopher Marlowe's Day 3
Foolhardy 3
Oh so softly 3
'tis oft now I wonder... 5
Free to Soar 9
Dead Filament 4
Wise Fool 4
Mispent Eternity 2
My Sanguine Knight 3
Crimson Tears 5
Condemnation of alternative expression 6
Sir Lancelot 0
In a courtyard of ages 3
From whence all verse was born: 5
Please Realize 3
Here at the end of all things 0
Enduring Eternally 1
The bank of practicality is bust: 1
They can say what they will, I disagree. 2
Poetry Should Rhyme: 5
A new age: Change 0
Fate of a Soul 2
Oh My Love... 1
Standing Still 1
Where the laburnum blossoms fall... 1
Pulling down the stars 1
New Light 1
Ignorance is not bliss... 1
The Decline 1
Is the music of the soul the song of the wind? 3
Is freedom an illusion? 1