Misery Loves Inability
The days pass through me
Slicing like sharp arrows
Each part of my soul
Hanging by a tree, fruitless
A hole inside no fire can gouge
Extinguished by life’s pain
Drowned by my sound
Tomorrow sits on my desk
Glancing at me with disapproval
Five curious streams unprovoked
How might today have looked different
If I engaged with my senses
Could have built bridges instead of fences.
Presents, I love, not today
Looking through clouds that came yesterday
I am the vault, the ending of all
Gazing half blindly I might have to fall
But the clouds grip me, I can’t see clear
Closed myself off to the vastness
Lost parts of myself to get past this
Posted Jan 22, 2022, 9:16 PM UTC · edited
Hi Princess Peace, I enjoyed your poem. I particularly liked the imagery in the first stanza. The slicing arrows and the fruitless tree and the hole that cannot be gouged by fire. 'Tomorrow sitting at my desk' is another good piece of imagery. As I think of a file waiting in an office of a corporate job. Which is what tomorrow looks like for many of us.
For critique, I would say that firstly you could have done with cutting some of the words to increase the pacing and improve the impact and effect. For example the last line in the second stanza I think works better without the 'Could have'. There is also the 'with' of the line before it and in the line 'Gazing half blindly I might have to fall' I think you could have got one of the two qualifiers ie might or half.
Aside from that, I would say that it needs punctuation. As without it, I'm not sure where to take breaks and how the rhythm is intended. You used comma's within the lines, which helps, but I wasn't sure what breaks I should be taking between them. Without the punctuation, it's all a consistently fast pace, which I'm not sure works (I would also get out of breath if reading it), so I had to interpret the intended rhythm. I'm unsure if this was a stylistic choice, something you forgot to include, or whether you are unsure of punctuation use.
Regardless, there is a good soul to this poem, with solid imagery and emotion.