How I would describe my feels
this is my first poem. it is free verse
My characteristics,
I depict as a bundled up entanglement of human nature.
Death - life for they are one and the same,
adversaries with much more in common than understanding.
They develop humankind,
sculpting our culture through flowing hills and definite mountains.
striking statements and abrupt phrases.
One and the same.
My life is a network of emotions.
Negative and positive,
does that make them equal?
No, alternatively they brawl throughout my continuance.
My day may be gloomy and clouded.
But I mustn't dwell on it.
Taking my time as if it shall be my definitive seconds.
Drawing breaths as they may be my final.
While other days are joyful,
bright colors swirling around my heart.
For it is beating with passion,
progressing towards the finish line.
Step by step my day is as good as it shall get...
Then it trips,
the eclipse takes over,
my feelings confined in a box,
swelling up, trying to break loose.
I cry for help,
but a voice does not enquire.
My lungs full of smoke,
I can't breathe,
I try to yell,
But all those willing to help see a boy.
That boy has a good life.
But that's not the truth.
I'm here standing on my podium,
Being judged,
fighting with two characters.
Myself and society.
all they see is where I am.
not what I went through.
I fall distant into this Darkness
until my feelings break free.
They were enclosed by lock and key.
Like yen and yang.
Love unlocks my heart,
emotions pour throughout My life.
Those at which I can never describe.
They say I'm young,
I haven't experienced life.
I'm a male with white privilege,
To society, I'm merely a vessel of good fortune.
I was born with the least of problems.
Yet society never fails to be even inaccurate
Is "white privilege" a good thing?
Is this "white privilege" An abyss of darkness and anxiety.
If it is I feel bad for those who haven't the privilege.
Yet love is like a lock and key,
It is our savior.
Everyone finds love,
Yet they believe they are in desperate need of it.
Its a feeling bound by emotions,
to find the love you must release this emotion.
Whilst bound by this lock
We can't find our selves.
Love is pain, Hatred, hope, and faith.
Love is neutral from life and death.
This makes it useless and needed.
One and the same.
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