Sorceress Poem by Andrus Cassian

Sorceress



What could I possibly wish to say...
too much, too much but never a perfect way to word it
Perfect...I curse the word yet like a dart
it's quick to part my lips to prick the target of my desires
What do I desire
to finally sketch a page of me
without hitting backspace to erase the fragmented sequence
of someone so distracted
What distracts me so
questionable second place being my unfortunate place
Was there really proof in the cliche
'Nice guys finish last'
a ridiculed B-Team while others wish for a replica
B-Team
I guess I'm the captain
They say never to judge a book by the cover
but so it seems
most have forgotten how to read
so I am a book left untouched
grabbing dust upon a broken shelf
And I could spew a thousand names to bear my shame
And I could spew a thousand names in which to point the blame
And I could spew a thousand names in swift repetition
of countless entries documented in weary journals
...sorry to disappoint myself all over again
How did I become not enough
Flaws, yes I am
I am but minor compared to a tornado
still I am major compared to a song
How have I become not enough
an invisible bottle of liquid
only drank upon an edge of depression
How have I dared to be not enough..
Was it her, her welcome back invitation
Well was it her, her that said so sweetly deceiving
Was it her
How...Why...Why come forward back all these years
to welcome, reawaken love laid dormant under a boiling volcano
of dastardly hatred
Why come forward back years later with open arms
to whisper soundly
'You will never be enough'
a silent curse under a camouflage of confusion
Sorceress, why must you always manipulate cupid to slay me indefinitely
Why must you always persuade cupid to slay me indefinitely...
What's a gift
someone please favor me and put a definition to action
and present it to me so I can learn
For all I have known are curses
See, my hands bear the blood of my own
attempting to rip the flesh off my skin
cause I despise my face, despise my taste
but I black out and wake up from a nightmare
to see my face in the mirror
confirming the nightmare I awoke from a was only a mental asylum
to prevent me from crying unsteadily in the nightmare I'm awake in
Devour me, ocean please
Devour me, ocean please
I have a fear of drowning...
but drown I may and drown I might
for cupid has slain me tonight
'Doth hath argue too much'
Why would I dare speak if I'll never be enough

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