Gouge

• Artist: Kibroth
• Description: A confluence of influence conspired to form this particular creation of mine.
  
  I'm happy to share it with you now.
• Date: 01/18/2009
• Tags: gouge dead undead livingdead

There's a trail that's tripping
Skipping
Slipping me toward
What I am running from

A gouging thought
A splintered hope

Your desire
To believe
Is incomplete
There can be no
Restful sleep

Blatant scattered facts
The truth lies bare
Look on now, child
See it
Stare

There is no enduring
Comfort in this tombstone
Embrace

There is no understanding
In that funeral shrouded
Gaze

Here only the dead live
And they
Upon the other

Comments

[WereSquishy]

The ending... I believe is desired by most artists and poets, something that impacts you to the ground up. Good one.

[Rygaen Yuui]

The ending of this poem is so powerful I'm completely lost for words.

Delicious stuff.

[ADSOC]

dude....this poem is so kewl

[Kibroth]

Thanks for the great feedback.
I've often had mixed feelings about this poem (as I do with many of them), so it's nice to have such positive response to what I consider some of my "lesser work".
What I do like about it is the duality of it's expression.
"Here only the dead live..."

-K

[Dragons_rule_the_sky]

the flow of this poem was really cool, it has a nice beat. the words flow well, and that can be hard to do. very good.

[vice_cereal]

i liked it it was all dark and stuff which is cool, i be diggin it