Emotion Collapse

This is a poem I wrote while in a rehearsal for a play a while back. I decided to post it because, hey, why not?

EMOTION COLLAPSE

Four lives separate, but in one.

None share a quality, but a human.

The sweet and simple and innocent eyes

The cruel and feared, the one that tells lies

The one that cries in loneliness and in despair.

The one that creates words out of thin air

Sometimes they collide in twos and threes,

But never do they meet all in one.

Sometimes one will crumble like fallen leaves,

Whilst others burn with pride like the sun.

And I fear if they were all to meet,

My world would dissolve in a fit of tears.

All my personas would scream in agony

And I would collapse in a pile of lonely emotions

Four lives separate—doomed someday to meet

All have the same fate, and will take an internal seat.

One that is doomed to observe far too much

One that shall be caught and burned to ash.

One will end in a cold frost of self-pity.

But one persona is left in greatness.

 

She soars above all showing her skills.

Playing with words like a harp.

“Earth” without “art” is simply “eh”

Hence the muse plays her part.

Holding me together

And comforting the dying emotions

She dances harder than a leaf in the breeze

And sings louder than the crashing ocean.

I thank my muse, my artistic touch

For without her I wouldn’t be much

My words would be bulky with no elegance or grace

There would be nothing to fill the empty space.

She is the drain that takes the sorrowful emotions.

I can be free: she is my health potion.

Art is what sets me free.

Thanks for reading! Leave a comment if you want more poetry, or if you are an artist (of any sort!)

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