Grex Poetry3 Conference

Item 93: my monster, my past...

Entered by zoe on Thu Jun 3 19:33:29 1999:

so insignificant..
waiting to be welcomed by the rising sun,
      though even he turns his head.
i cannot recall--
   what i did to deserve this,
     when i asked for so much hate...
now i implore myself,
 not to give up on me,
  for i am all i have--
though even she wishes to abandon me.
i sit on the cold concrete..
    begging for answers,
      things i don't want to hear..
my internal scars burn firy red,
         she comes trying to disect my feelings,
           telling me that i am wrong...
i know i have changed,
  i'm not her anymore..
    though there's no running...
she'll always get me--
      my monster;
        my past.
3 responses total.
#1 of 3 by lumen on Tue Jun 15 02:32:20 1999:

Well done as wel..usual, and I empathize..my life hasn't been peachy keen
either, although it's better than some

#2 of 3 by zoe on Fri Jun 18 01:11:10 1999:

life is just another gauntlet we run through to prove ourselves strong 
to the divine. it is slightly sadistic, though its something we all 
must conquer... it all happens for a purpose.....

#3 of 3 by lumen on Fri Jun 18 01:12:48 1999:

I wouldn't go as far as to say it's sadistic-- I view it as "tasting the
bitter, in order to know to prize the good."

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