Sherlock Ain't Got Gothing On Me XD

Prolonged sickness and weak on the inside
Worsened by shadowing glares
A mask worn to shun the pain
But faded for every tear wept

Hidden, subdued, self-mocked to wilt
Stabbed to bleed and suffer alone
And though embrace could numb the pain
The second't released, the fantasy fade

Each day reality slaps across the face
Unmerciful, demanding and forsaken
The yearn to cry, forbidden the will
Due to guilt, choked to silence

Beaten, dehydrated and screaming
Sleep be the end fate
Wait be reborn in the morning dew
Then relinquished to find ignorance to the world

Be that as it may, revitalized must be
Still shunned but ignorant
Thou hast proved when hurt subside, indeed
Ignorance is bliss...

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Indeed, the last line is terribly true.
Hurtful, but true.... that ignorance is bliss :)

Why hurtful? Well, it's hard to explain, but the circumstances surrounding particular events have been... challenging. And I use that term ever so loosely.

By the way, that sorry excuse for a poem up there is mine. It's not DA worthy, thus why it's on here.

It's not supposed to be a sad coughmorbidcough poem. But unfortunately, the last sorts of poems I've written were from my sophomore days. Thus why I couldn't bring myself find the exact words that I wanted to express.

Hahaha! Apparently even when I'm hyper and oddly jolly I can still find malice in my life. Aint that fun? hahahaha!!

Anywho, the point of that poem is just of a realization that I tried ALL weekend to embed in my stubborn empty head... A practice long forgotten since it need not be practiced for the past year or so. Ahehe, but because of some certain events, I dub it NECESSARY to bring back this practice.

Vague? ...yes. Explain? ...no. Why? ...think of my definition of ignorance. (Except of it being bliss hahaha)

Aaaaah. Vague journal entries. I love 'em so XD