Introspection
I am a pretty introverted individual, and spend a great deal of time in my own head, analyzing everything and rationalizing my feelings. This is sort of what it feels like for me:
Introspection, introspection,
Countless thoughts of misdirection.
Neurons firing sans intention.
Focus lost, pay no attention.
“What you see is what you get,”
But what if I’m not finished yet?
There’s so much more here to inspect.
Come take a look, don’t be suspect.
My eyes are blind to what I see.
My senses bent from reality.
There is no meaning to conceive.
The darkness lends me no reprieve.
The words aloft are grasping out.
They crave the touch of one in doubt.
Breaking through the olden grout,
They drag him down, he never shouts.
Lost in me, he seeks to find.
The damage that was left behind.
Intent on trying to unwind,
The tiny fractures of my mind.
Yet,
Despite his pure intentions,
There is no chance of intervention.
Well runs dry of comprehension.
That’s the game of introspection.
Posted Feb 10, 2018, 10:50 PM UTC · edited
Lots of good rhythm. But it breaks down a few times. The most notable for me is the line with “reality” and “pure intention” On my phone. And can’t see the rest of the poem. But wanted to write a quick note to say I appreciate this 💃🕺
Sucks that you can't see the whole poem, that's odd. And I think I understand what you mean by the rhythm breaking down at "reality." It has three syllables while "see" only has one, "conceive" has two, and "reprieve" has two as well. It has one two many syllables and disrupts the flow a bit.
Though, I don't get the same issue from "pure intentions." The syllabic rhythm seems to be fine in the last stanza to me. Thanks for your comment, though! It is much appreciated.