writing Good-Bye, Cruel World...

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

 

Light me a passage

Down yonder this way

 

Through doors of shadow

Mystery abound

 

Prompted disguises, of troubles ahead

By no means accepting me.

 

 

Give me a reason to stay in this void

In my own oblivion, where the shadows dare look upon me

When all my faith seems lost by signs of corruption

And by means of other's wants, my soul to keep

 

Give me a common ground

One which to stand upon

And one to make a foundation

Better I stay, or better I go?

 

Through the eyes of half knowledge

Ingnorant eyes, I call them

They see all the misfortune, all that dares to be made known

Yet where does care lie, in this forsaken void?

 

I shall leave not a rant, or pitiful upbringing of discussion

Rather to leave in the dark of night, lest the shadows be made prominent

And of all shadows I fear, i fear "fear" itself

The dakest of noble black

And lighest in terms of the heart

Like tentacles, it stretches forth, and I fear for my soul

My pitiful soul

 

I walk the illusion of a colored path

Past all eyes and false mirrors

Past the walk itself, and the darkest shadows

Only to find that the door to all dreams

Is merely a dream itself.

 

So now I ask myself...

 

Should I really, have opened that door?

Or better of me to have taken the signs that guided me?

 

 

 

 

 

-David Favret

Edited December 7, 2012 by TheBronyHeart

[One 498]

I like your signature.

 

Now something that's relevant; the picture I can't make any sense of what it is. The poem instead of being all poetic and cryptic would be much better if it just got its point across...

 

But I feel there is some kind of beauty and important message, so 10/10 good job?

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

if it just got its point across...

 But that would be boring.

 

I am not one to simply say the meaning of a poem, unless I feel it is absolutely important. I have a policy with my poetry, "The meaning of my poems is, whatever you see them to be."  There is a point, perhaps several. The job of a reader is to define his / her point from the piece they are reading.