Memini Mortem

[Tetsanosuke]

I've never felt the keen sting of death
As briskly as when I am lost in thought,
In the darkest corners of my experience
Where concepts and feelings are bought

I wander in an almost conscious world
In a state of inhumanly cryptic disrepair,
As the fear of the unknown weighs down
My being longs for a breath of living air

Myself, the single mortal mind unhinged
Reverts away from common rationalities,
As the fibers of my cognition unfurl-
This primal basket of my carnal tenacities

Repulsed by the revision of a life left alone,
To dwell in the light of others who condone-
The deepest revelations of the individual
To say the least their warmth was residual

But neither the poet or the philosopher
Through shining sword or swollen pen-
Can refine these terrifying questions,
Which almost tear my soul to shreds

At the end of the labyrinth between dark and light
Lays a beast of the mind and the heart at war,
I am the wandering specter that approaches weary
Of the time I have spent; to be experienced nevermore

[PhantomScarecrow]

Profound, but more importantly, intriguing. I love the poetic style of rhyme you employ, which is not unlike my own, although I must say my muse has been comatose for quite some time now. But perhaps after reading this piece of poetry I can resuscitate the dead poets heart in me. I also loved and can relate to how each stanza gives off more and more of a distant and cynical impression; and the contrasting insecurites and weaknesses really only compound the magic I feel that makes this poem really great.

Overall? I loved the whole damn thing. I hope to see you write more. ^^