Incomplete

[Sonata]

This isn't really incomplete, that's just the title. I usually like to write things that rhyme and have more structure, but I was feeling emo at the time (can't you tell? :P) so I just left this as is. I guess it feels incomplete to me in that regard, but I have no plans to change it.

Incomplete

I have this annoying habit
Of digging my fingers into things,
Of clinging like there's no tomorrow
And holding on and never letting go
Until the day I see the truth,
On my own and without convincing,
The truth that holding on would destroy
The wonderful and beautiful thing
That I don't ever want to lose.
Is there in truth no beauty?
Is there in beauty no truth?
Life is beautiful, a masterpiece
With each person so entwined in it
That we withdraw into ourselves.
We're scared to belong so completely,
Scared to lose ourselves in life
And become something new and different.
We don't like who we are
But it's still better
Than becoming something
That we don't understand.
How much time and energy have I wasted?
How many strings pulled, favors called,
Trying to hold on to something
That doesn't want to be held?
How much of my life stands on the edge
Existing only because I will it so?
But if I let go, how much will be lost?
I chase life, it's never chased me,
But maybe that's a hint I missed.
My fingers slip, I wonder
Will anything hold on to me
The way that I've held on to it?
Would anyone stop me if I ran?

[FLASH-X]

nice poem keep up the good work

[Daenerys]

making a new post
to continue this thread
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