Sunday, July 13, 2008

Poem # 15

Ego

first of all
when it all boils down to this
don't hide your troubled eyes
and say it's embarrassingly small
Our visions collided
I took a chance out of disgrace
instantly your head occupied
the silence made me sick
Promise sounded like a paradox
of course I fell for it nevertheless
patient hesitation
before a kiss
blinded addiction
smell of death
pleasure in obsession
eternal chaos in abyss
scarce knew love's slave
though all the audience has left
I have stayed to witness it all
yet my opponent
when I finally confronted
and played him one last song
is still drenched in hate and frowns



Ella Evans© 2008

3 comments:

Caitlyn said...

this is a great poem!

Emmalene said...

oh. my. god. Crob, I LOVE this poem. The emotion is great. You can tell that there was actual thought in it. Another amazing poem, teen philosopher.

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