Metamorphosis

By Melancholic VIncent

A hundred swords impaled my heart

They left no wound in my chest

There werent red drenched in the carpet

Not a drop of blood tainted the floor

But the pain stabbed me with no mercy

The tender tissue torn appart by ache

Cold laws of irreversibility

Wrong choices made permanent

Regret as the final punishment

Beyond recall we look back

A petrified look of grief

Watch the sequencial events

That led to our demise

Mourn who we were

Before the choices were made

We bemoan the loss of ourselves

The fracture in time

A one-way-looking glass

Divides the awareness of anticlimax

From the nescience of remorse

We die and live again as something else

With no chance of saying good-bye to our former-self

With no chance of warning about the errors he's about to make

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Published on Monday, June 4, 2012. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "Metamorphosis"

A former member wrote: It's a beautiful piece and a true philosophy. we do change, and we cant go back as we are forcefully pushed forward by the wall of time, relentlessly, no warning signs, just straight into the deep. Great, great write :) you deserve a biscuit *
On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Yay, a biscuit!! *eats imaginary biscuit and wonders next where did it go*
A former member wrote: What a great piece. It makes me remember the day I died inside, and how close I came to final salvation. I have to wonder, if this broken piece represents you, what has killed your soul? If it's just fine imagery from a sharp mind, you have my admiration, friend. Deep piece.
On Thursday, February 7, 2013, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Please don't die :) This poem isn't just about death, it can mean a lot of things but the whole idea was that as we are growing up and more importantly when we do choices it's as if the person we were until then morphs into the person who made the choice. The consequences of our actions changes us all the time, and that change is like a death and a reborn into something else. But yes, I guess there were moments that would be death for me, many times, I have been different in past many times.... If you manage to talk to me, I can tell you more about it
A former member wrote: Wow. This really give me a visual of what you said. Those are some very powerful words and I can feel the emotion behind them. This is truly amazing. You are a wonderful writer and I'm so glad that I am one of the few who gets to know you beyond your words.
On Monday, December 24, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Thanks! :D In life we suffer a lot of transformations through time, so in my point of view, we morph into someone else over and over again. We morph, we change, we die and live again.
A former member wrote: Depth wordings, great imagery everything fall into place here. Your free style conjures gloomy scenery that created void inside the readers mind, and left us a thing to ponder?...I like the nature of the piece well done my friend.
On Saturday, October 20, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

It's always wonderful to see such compliments and when people are so delightful with the art i've created
A former member wrote: power words...very intrigued.
On Wednesday, September 5, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Thanks for your contribution. Hope I could teach something with my poem
On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, Zhee (529) wrote:

this is really well written, beuatifully flowing expression.. poignant and moving... really like your other work as well and look forwar dto reading more!
On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

I'm glad you took your time to read and comment as well. Please, do read more and keep commenting.
On Friday, July 20, 2012, AngelicDemonMelisandre (26) wrote:

hits me hard and hits a place that is long buried and though i've dealt with it...i suppose every now and then its good to remember the past to realize why we are where we are. Sometimes i wish i had spoken up about feelings to someone and not been the scared teenager, and sometimes i wish i had been the brave adult who said F you to everybody who had a negative word to say about another somebody I cared for...however if I had I wouldn't have the precious daughter I have now I wouldn't give her up for the world.
On Friday, July 20, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Being a scared teenager makes part of the process, and yes, sometimes we would make things differently if we could, but maybe if we would, then we would also lose somethings that came along with those apparently bad choices
A former member wrote: choices are powerful. I'm rather analytical so i recognize the power of choice, but when strong emotions are involved the mind goes out the window. I have destroyed myself for love when I should have left. Instead i suffered my greatest pains. I really like your poem and I'm sure it meaning is paramount to you. the description of pain in the beggining is a powerful reminder of where i've been. thank you for humbling me. may we never forget why we should choose the right path.
On Thursday, July 12, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Being analytical is a rare gift mate. But true love is putting it first even of our own happiness, so you can say you have trully loved and been true to your love. It means your love is deep and not shallow as many feel. It may feel like a curse, but when you find the one that deserves true love, it will be a good thing, I guarantee you. Don't give up on love because love is also a powerful thing.
A former member wrote: Awesome,thought provoking,a nice dark side, i really enjoyed
On Wednesday, July 4, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Yes, this can be to make people think about the importance of the choices they make. Because we change with them and there's a line we go through that we can't go back.
A former member wrote: very thought provoking x
On Monday, July 2, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Glad you liked it :D
On Wednesday, June 27, 2012, Invisible Girl (134) wrote:

We die and live again as something else with no chance of saying goodbye to our former self. So very true.. This is now my new favorite of yours.
On Wednesday, June 27, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

We keep dying and reliving again in many of our choices, we change into something new, we evolve. But sometimes, we look back to what we were before the errors were made, and envy our past self, knowing that we can never be that person again and that is our punishment
On Monday, June 4, 2012, FadedBlues (2168) wrote:

...interesting views in the final stanza: every rebirt begins in ignorance...
On Tuesday, June 5, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (429) wrote:

Thanks for the comment. We die with the choices we make, for another self to take place. This poem is about the process that we go through when making choices, the one before the choices and the one after, are completely diferent, and as one can only see back through the past and not into the future, we are condemned to retrace every step that led to the choices we made, some of those choices are trivial, but others we regret for our whole life.