I Am, charade

By Malcholm Dark

I am rock-hard reverence
Yet, the ice has cracked.
I am steak-driven defiance
Yet, the wall is paper thin.
I am stead-fast reliance
Yet, there are cuts in the wire.
I am steel-fisted virtue
Yet, the foundation has crumbled.
I am indomitable
Yet, the sin was absolute.

I found buried treasure
The sweet became tainted.
I let you inside of me
Now I am plagued.
Forever in misery
Dying each day.
Unhinged and suicidal
Razor lived fetishes.
My sins as a man
Laid bare to the bone.

Brought before the man
Chained and delivered.
Silenced by his presence
He speaks into the microphone.
"Death by massive blood loss
due to self-inflicted wounds."
The gavel bangs down
The coffin nailed shut.
I was charade, imitation of man
Forgive me!

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Published on Sunday, February 14, 2010. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

drug abuse to suicide, a never ending tale

Comments on "I Am, charade"

A former member wrote: i loved this
A former member wrote: Masterful as always. I missed your writing while i was gone lol
A former member wrote: Forceful and disturbing and certainly a poem worth more than one read! Bravo!
On Sunday, February 14, 2010, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Incredible work, the range of emotions is amazing. Perfect representation of a downfall ended by self-mutilation, masterful write.
A former member wrote: Great poem, it felt like a demise of something godly inside, and then you're just a man, or even less just dust in the coffin.
A former member wrote: You are multi-faceted. A myriad of character and emotion. Lovely write. =)
A former member wrote: powerful self-annihalation imagery. great wryt...>>>>>>>