Destined to Fall: Catharsis

Destined to Fall: Catharsis
Destined to Fall: Catharsis

How destined we are to fall,
as light in darkness breach
buries deep our frantic fears,
and pain becomes one with thoughts,
clambering for hold on the walls
of our dungeon cell,
ecliptic notions in fervent swell
do taunt our every moment.

Madness lay but a foot away,
one step into that shadow grim,
and I can feel its enticing reason,
as I teeter thin at the edge of connection,
with hope of resurrection
from this despair of heart and soul,
so old it precedes me,
bleeds me to the bone.

So I sit, await the words that grasp
at all that’s left, hold me to the precipice
so I may find more purchase,
and the theft that accounts my woes,
that part of me that knows I’ve been betrayed,
made barren in the world that I have sewn,
and now shifting burdens
that have blown my very mind.

Blood upon the page, for what else
can truly encompass all my ills,
if not the quill that draws the soul from me,
the love and seething pain of all I’ve worn,
the storms that even now I wince to hear,
as life abounds my wants alone,
unencumbered choices I propose
to quell my cool shadows with light.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “Destined to Fall: Catharsis

  • July 19, 2017 at 7:35 AM
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    One wonders why our Muse’s choose to bless us with such darkness from our quills. Like you I sit and often it’s revealed to me from an action during the course of the 24 hrs granted me to breath. How often do we dangle from the precipice, the edge often dangling by a thread. Yet, we still are here penning that which keeps our blood from spilling and death being a welcome thief in our nights. We agonize and theorize over much to do about much in our lives and others. A channeling from another world or others, maybe? How often have we reread our writes penned the night before and think to ourselves, I wrote that? I truly feel my poet, that we are never alone, we are guided to pen what is given us from the world, possibly that invisible hand reaching our heart and soul thus. We are not in control Tony, so never fear it, let it work in you to create what you create, magnificent work, words that flow like sparkling brook water gurgling down the mountainside, crystal clear as is your thoughts, flowing into others souls as they often do mine. Great work my friend, thinking always creates these masterpieces for all time to be read.

  • July 19, 2017 at 7:48 AM
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    Thank you Vincent, for your kindness and support. Yes I believe something magical happens when we write, and often I don’t remember what I’ve written. In fact when I go back to collate work for books, I get caught up in reading, because it is as if its someone else’s work and I’m reading it for the first time. I think, ‘Wow, this isn’t bad!’ lol But I guess also when you’ve written something like 3,500 poems in the last four years, one could be forgiven for forgetting them. I never take for granted what I can do, never. It is as magical as life is to be able to release work, let is pass over the soul and hopefully connect with others. Take care.

  • July 19, 2017 at 10:06 AM
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    We often do bring on our own fall, filled with pain. I so relate to this verse, Tony, for the realization of recent events in my life told me I really set myself up by not keeping some things to myself where I could treasure them, live with it for the glory of just knowing the sincerity of my heart. One thing that saved me was my own poem with the words:

    “Sweetly follow, my heart, to love sublime
    When love is calling let not one day slip away,
    Without embracing every dream, every moment
    Of the blissful feeling when living and being in love.
    The beauty of love for another is a treasure to hold
    Within the heart, mind, body and soul.
    Feeling the love opens one to harmony in life.”

    This eloquent verse of yours is so profound for me and I add it to my life lessons. Thank you for writing and sharing this. Great work, dear poet.

  • July 19, 2017 at 9:13 PM
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    It is a great experience to share and be shared, to know we so deeply touch one another with our thoughts and words. After all that is the true beauty of being: connection. Glad you appreciated the words here and some beauty words from your pen. Cheers!

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