Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

The Shards of Stained Glass

Stare upon this creation of human idolization!
See each shard of the wall.
See all the ones you revere
plastered in their spoiled residence!
Watch as I shatter each picture.
Let each fragment fall.
Oh, your screams of agony!
Insanity.
Instability.
Hopelessness.
Your screams are pointless.
You are screaming at broken glass.
Why are you screaming at something which doesn't even live?
Was it because I destroyed a piece of valueless art?
Or did I destroy a part of you?
I saw you descend into delirium.
I expected you would.
I did...
Just symptoms of first release.
First clarification.
First reveal.
First Armageddon.
Everything you knew came from this wall.
All of them had been lies.
No more illusions to keep you blind.
No more rumors to keep you deaf.
No more anesthesia to keep you numb.
Only knowledge...
Great knowledge.
Terrible knowledge.
Fearful knowledge.
Forbidden knowledge.
I have cursed you into binding,
yet you have never been more free.
Still,
some haze remains over your eyes.
The haze continues to taint you.
To haunt you.
You're still lost in past memories.
Memories which are broken,
just like you are now.
I see you tremble
with each word I say.
Every syllable,
every letter,
burns into your soul,
ripping out the darkest memories from within you.
The shard of glass
within your hand,
made of the mirage which I have shattered.
It holds power.
Immense power.
Not because of the broken heroes in the glass,
but because of the one who holds it.
A world lies in your hands.
The hands of a madman.
What you do with that shard,
determines that world's fate.
Alas, I'll let you choose.
I shall not remove the power you pertain.
What ever path you choose,
I will let be.
Will time run out?
Or will it continue to flow?
Will your actions be a result of justice?
Or will it be from derangement?
Mercy?
Or weakness?
The crossroads of destiny lie here.
May you choose the path with no remorse.
...
...
...
Ah,
it seems you have made your choice.
I now lie here
red like roses under a full moon.
You have now reached the eye of a storm.
Life has kissed me
with knowledge so sweet
and so bitter too.
Now my legacy ends,
in a lunatic kingdom.
My world will be burned in an inferno.
My story engraved in obsidian stone.
Living eternally in lies of others,
never reaching death.
Forever written a villain,
and never a hero.
Such a fate I am blessed with,
to never gain what I do not deserve.
To never be looked up as perfection.
To never be puppeteered by the strings laced in venom.
To never be corrupted by the ones I care for.
To never do wrong from doing right.
When these stained glass windows are repaired,
your portrait will be among them.
A future as a hero,
you will pursue,
a curse worst than what I could ever bestow.
In eternal debt to others,
you will remain.
The next stained glass hero...
Live a masquerade of pain.

You have met a terrible fate, haven't you?



Authors Note* This poem took a much different turn (and much longer) than expected. Because of this, I will make a second poem which ties into this one. It will probably clear up some confusion you guys may have. However, another reason why there will be two poems is because I'm curious what you guys will interpret this poem as on its own. I am very proud of what I have done and hope to see what you guys think of it. Until next time...