Another one of my own.

[BlackDragonSoul]

Bad Seed


Anger simmers from my soul,
Confusion reaches from its depths,
Doubt burns like wildfire,
Little joy is left.
Thoughts of despair,
Feelings of regret,
My hearts still beats,
Life continues yet.
Every breath is one of hate,
Every new blink clouds worse,
Prosperity is an old idea,
Can’t seem to find any worth.
A danger to those closest,
An adventure to those unknowing,
Craziness seeps through,
Sanity miraculously going.
Outlook quite bitter,
A true hero lost,
Freedom somehow retained,
But at what cost?
An unclear path,
Obstacles galore,
Truly the bad seed,
Yet still adored.
Tricks of the eyes,
Morbid mind twists,
Hellish bloodline,
Beckons the wrists.
Optimism fades,
Righteousness scorns,
Hope flies out,
A demon reborn.
Perpetual spirit,
Fragile innocence,
Greetings of betrayal,
A life unspent.
:devil:

[Sigh]

Sort of Dylanish...though I sort find some of the references disconcerting...

Hellish bloodline,
Beckons the wrists.

Little joy is left.
Thoughts of despair,

Can’t seem to find any worth.
A danger to those closest,

I mean they're well written especially the bloodline verse...but they leave me thinking....is there danger here? (for this poet or others) I guess mainly because theres little glimmer of hope or sense of overcoming in this poem, the despair is left un-conquered and lurks as a threat. Also I like to see it broken into some kind of verses to help the flow with less commas and full stops (just a personal grievance).
Maybe the black-sheep in the family always feel like this;)
I hope this useful...if not ignore it...it's most important to follow your own path.

[BlackDragonSoul]

Thanks for your detailed critique. I can appreciate something
like that. This poem was written in what I like to call, "past sub-conscience mode." It was an old thought process that occurred
during a really emotional time for me. Yet, I appreciate your
concern, Sigh. Thanks.:splat: