Poem: Antithesis
A poem I wrote while questioning the antithesis of my life.
Hung by the blazing strings smothered by bickering rust,
Worn like a scarf on the tired neck with a putrid bust.
Loved by none, I hate everyone, just go away just for once.
As a whole, I’m no-one but a rock with a soul,
As dark as the most murky clouds floating with no role.
Stopped by the mighty lies decorated by lashes of trust,
Frame like a figurine immune to any interventions of lust.
Touched by none, I feel everyone, just heal me just for once.
As a stone, I’m no-one but a jewel with no glint,
As rough as the most challenging days with no hint.
Forced by the dark spirits in my heart to change who I am,
Seem like someone who can be the best person anyone can.
Harmed by none, I hurt everyone, just kill me just for once.
As a snake, I’m no-one but a trickster who slithers in your life,
As smooth as the most unconvincing lie I tell with the utmost strife.
Torn by the hungry wolves waiting to feast on me and my pride,
Run like someone who can be the slowest during the wrong time.
Cared by none, I help everyone, just caress me just for once.
As a lake, I'm no-one but an ocean with no motion,
As still as the most boring hours I spend with no notion.
Is this the antithesis of living a pretentious life?
Is this the gift you get when no-one wants you to be alive?
Do wishes fall from a tree for you to catch them as soon as they die?
Do we understand the hurt that someone feels when they’re not ready to survive?
I think not.