Outcast and away from shore,
to the center of still waters,
where rest my tears.
A float, the setting sun
beats its dying light
against my coffin.
Where within lies
my mind in darkness,
afloat amongst the still
waters of my tears.
Confined to a rotting cage of wood,
Time is my mortician,
at the edge of my thought.
The haunting consistency overtakes me,
compromising the process of my existence.
God help me, as the wood
is surely rotting all around me
I shall hold my breath
Just this once and final time.
I have found the haunted wake
past the lens of my sight.
I am the mad man,
within the shell of me
fighting that battle
which I reluctantly wage.
I will wait with my patience,
which with me drowns...
I will await the oak of my coffin to rot,
so that I may break free,
and swim away from my demise beneath,
To the above of my fallen tears
to whatever light remains & awaits me,
in the new world that I will call my own.
Beautiful use of vocabulary and imagery. So succinctly describes fear as well as hope. Amazing.
I found this to be very visual and I enjoyed it very much.
I don't follow.
Well, it kind of looks like it's about rotting wood.
The rotting wood of the coffin represents the mind being overwhelmed with pain and suffering, which gives way to the tears, which are the of course the pain and suffering endured by the speaker. Initially it seems he is about to drown(lose his mind) because of the overwhelming stress, but he breaks free in search of betterment.