Seren
Seren
Jan 07, 2013

miss understood

I've become
abstract
they dont understand
anymore

my vague dreams
and a reality of mediocrity
bleed into one

the veils slipped
and I glimpsed midnight
I watched as each pale fell
and a god whispered come near

I've changed my dress
to hide growing scars
littering the landscape
of my entwined limbs

scattered from here
to neverwas, I am lost
alone and so afraid
and misunderstood again

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 - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Beyond the Black Stump..Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda

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Comments

Geezer

Geezer

12 years 3 months ago

even though you have changed your dress. Take heart. Even though the world changes, you still shine! Do not doubt that things will get better. Have faith that the world will rebound and show the glory it is capable of. I love the mystery and the allusion. One of your better works here lately. Love and higgest bugs, ~ Gee

Seren

I'm down in the dumps its official .... Been a long time since I've been a shadow
But here I am shadow boxing with myself lol

I am trying to be more positive but sometimes its damn hard
I'm blessed to have friends like you

Glad you thought the poem is ok ....

Higgliest bugs and love Jc xxx

J

Hey jc,
'a reality of mediocrity' is a great line for poetry, but it's not YOU. 'Shadow boxing yourself', another great line for poetry... Be well, good woman from Taree. You have a new friend.

Seren

Can't thank you enough I appreciate the read and your thoughts
And you can't have too many friends ... If I can ever help in anyway
don't hesitate I used to help run this place and if I don't know I can
point you to someone that does know

Love n hugs ~

S

Don't worry about scars. They are badges of honor for a fight well fought whether physical or emotional. And you are never alone......................stan

Seren

you know when I think about it I have quite a few badges or scars I wear them to show me where i have been ...smile thanks for the message and comment its very much appreciated

love JC xxx

Bonitaj

glad to be back in time to give you a virtual "hug"! Good to see you writing again. I shall stop by and keep an eye on your work - as I hope you will with mine!
Take care!

Seren

My goodness its been a long time thanks for the hug much appreciated !! now I know your back I will keep an eye on what your writing thanks for dropping by i will be round to see you very soon

love JC xxx

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 3 months ago

I have changed this reply and sent the original via PM as it was auto writing, Loved this piece it was full of emotion, Yours Ian.T

Seren

I was delighted to read it, you should post it, its that good biggest hugs

much love JC xxx

BlueDemon77

That being said, this poem has the power of a Goya nightmare. Dungeon reflections of an already grey sun. This shows very deep fronds of Nietzsche's 'the lonely of lonelies.' Distorted bodies clad in grey reaching for hand-holds in stone walls. This is a chilling poem showing great skill and sensitivity. I hope to see the happy work from you too.

Ron

Seren

you know my dads name is Ronald and hes called Ron ...

I am working on feeling better I am just feeling really down
lets call it the post christmas blues smiles

I am sooo happy you liked this one I worked on it quite a bit

love JC xxx

Seren

thank you too Ian much appreciated

with love always JC xxx

loved

Gutty definition,
showing spirit; plucky; gutsy:

a gutty attempt to kick a field goal

lol in a good sense though