It took around twenty years
To destroy an existence,
These were my most precious years,
Between late adolescence,
And early middle age,
But perhaps I am being too generous,
And that this terrible remorseless process
Of incessant self-spoliation
Persisted far beyond
A mere two decades of existence,
Still I look to the past
For a glimmer of peace,
To the past for a little release,
To the past for some consolation,
But the past remains resistant.
Sep 19, 2020
Twenty Years to Destroy an Existence
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
I get the sense...
of this right away. [Least I think so]. I'm thinking, I understand what you are saying about hoping that you can blame most of your mistakes and faults on the vagaries of youth, but still finding peace in things that brought you happiness. Yet those memories are tainted with the regret of deeds done and will not be forgotten so easily. "But the past remains resistant".
~ Geez.
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I could not...
...put it better myself, Geezer, and yes it is true, I can find happiness, and peace, despite the vagaries of the past, and if that comes through in this piece, then that is all good. It was cathartic to write, but it has to be said, much of the time, I can find a degree of peace and happiness, more often than not, in simple things.
Thank you so much,
Teddy, not everyone likes my verse, or even thinks it's any good, I am grateful you do, truly. I have a few spare pieces stored away, I will brush them up, and what's more quite a few left to post. As for the future, I have to wait until the glass is half empty again before I feel inspired to write. But in the meantime, I have not a few left to post. And will write more. Have a great weekend, you too. Carl.
For me,
I cannot write verse when the glass if half full, prose yes, music yes, but the verse is torn from me as it were...it almost writes itself.
Wow, great
Welcome back as they say...