I went out into a world that was bigger then I expected.
Your wise words so affective have been torn to shreds by my objection.
When I explored my new world to see the full extent
I hadn't realized that my perspective was so twistedly bent.
But I kept walking into the unexplored new world
To see all the new things for my life's imaginational whirl,
And when I got to my achieving goal I saw astonishing new colors and sounds.
I turned to share my exciting news,
But when I looked beyond my clouded mind no one else was around.
I cried out a silent sub and when I tried to run I seemed to have lost way.
Looking back on those adventurous outings
I see how naïve I've been and how life itself surrounds me.
Turns out I never had to leave your side and our enchanted endings,
But when I tried to come back you turned away,
And when I tried to love you more you left me astray.
So now I'll hear you say this again to get it through my head,
"How could you have acted so foolishly dead?"
I didn't know how to respond,
And while I tried to say something that made your heart forgive me well beyond
I hadn't realized my new world came crashing down.
I thought the two of use were one-of-a-kind, this I had no doubt.
I bent over to relieve my stress and pain
In a violent lurch of rushing waste I fall to my knees and let my sorrows overwhelm me.
Can't you see you're the one I loved the most?
The one I wanted to make this new world for,
But now in my head a battle for sanity fights like a war.
The new world was perfect for the both of us,
No worries and no way to fuss.
But then we broke down into liquid stupidity,
And our love evaporated like when hate ate up our lucidity.
So now that all of this is dead and gone
I'll say this one last thing,
When did your love become so fake that you had to wipe clean all of your mistakes?
And when did you cry out to everyone that you were the one to hurt the most?
And when your panic turned widespread
I wondered to myself, "How could you have acted so foolishly dead?"
Most adventurer's never think
Most adventurer's never think adventuring is stupid, but I guess the one in your poem did. I have always been an adventurer. The whole thing people do not understand is that they adventure for the sole sake of the experience, and not the outcome.
True adventurers are few... and thought by many to be selfish. They are misunderstood people, and trade being understood for the love of adventure.
Well written, just ....a misunderstanding of the adventurer, albeit this one you speak of may have been 'an adventurer wannabe'. Sounds like that.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yep. So many people get
Yep. So many people get misunderstood by the ones they care for and that can ruin a relationship. In some cases people think they're doing what's best but when the people they care for say otherwise they feel they've done something wrong; like the adventurer in the poem.