Gothic-Surrealism

Words of a world, strange though wonderful.

A New Light

Why should I be

what it wants?

 

Occasions of giving-in, may self-ascend.

Is there guiltless surrender?

 

Abandoning what you’ve blueprinted

and constructed for yourself.

 

Much of what I’ve held onto in the past

has rusted my soul.

 

Now, I feel regenerated.

There’s purpose I now see to fulfill.

 

I let go of life’s pleasures,

creating my long awaited literary form.

 

Incompatible with the world;

I’ve known this for half my life.

 

May still be fragile,

I bend not nor fracture!

 

I’m my own compass now

pointing to new adventures.

 

Places unvisited in my mind…

oh, the air’s fresh here!

 

My eyes descend never more…

staring the beast head-on.