SWEET SADNESS, MY SOUL (An Original Poetry ➕ Analysis, Notes & Literary Appreciations)
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Kill the ballad, ignite the hyssop,
the tree burns in turns, choking in hiccups
I'm a citizen of misery,
swimming in the waters of agony,
resume the tragedy,
let's play a rhythm with heavy symphony.
sweet sadness engulfed my soul,
like ambient spirits, now I smile a mournful smile.
The sunset is dirty with clouds,
filling the thoughts with paralysed ideas,
to stay in the warm tethers of the railway tracks,
and listen to my last tracks,
heading for ballistics impunity,
yet smiling, contorted in pain
Sweet sadness fill the emptiness of my soul.
There's a road to fatal expiration,
lying in the beautiful Savannah.
The oasis quench thirst with tears,
but the urge to weep is prettier than the will to fly,
you're in a cage, ignited by musing,
a tainted reveries, like the hued evenings,
yet the sweet of affliction
Is like warm bread to the mouth.
Write me an eulogy,
the world is a talented bard,
Of memories when I was a budding,
tipped to blossom and bloom,
but the tornadoes and volcanoes have come,
turning dreams to char,
tender petals to floral murder,
Sweetness sadness, feels the aches in my soul.
POETIC NOTES, ANALYSIS & LITERARY APPRECIATION
When an object of light presumably human is subjected to darkness for a long period of time, the best instinct of survival to showcase is adaptability. The poem is a piece on the process of adaptability to one's sorrow or pain . The genesis of agony in most cases often spark on part of life which memories collide and bring tears to the eyes, but in certain cases man is an personality, coined from past experiences.
The poet uses oxymoron in the poem title to narrate the how it's possible to attract the positive, along side the negative as well as this is a common feature of existences.
The poem portrays how's the poet got habitual with how it feels to be hurt and unhappy to the extent that it seems to no longer hurt. The poem here took his problems and conveyed them as a normal routine of life, and in stanza 3 painted death as a very regular occurrence which of course he initiated by going to the railway track and listening to a song for one last time. His use of euphemism hid the extent because he feels even death itself seems to be nothing more than another life
Written, edited & analysed
By @Josediccus
13/7/2018
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