I am filled, containing nothing left.
My emotion has been taken away.
Feeling, sensitivity pass bereft.
This burden we can not attempt pay.
Normal paths close into our face
“What is the point!” We plead and pray.
This is a challenge I dare never race.
Yet the task has led me to a fray.
We say, “Where is the end and at what price!?
I have lost track of who and what is dear...
Please help me I request just a slice,
just a little comfort and less to fear.”
Onward time passes and after a pout
with some help I am not stressed out.
I wrote this July 11th this year. It's kind of a culmination of a few things that were happening to me the last few weeks. The tendonitis in my foot, projects that were taking longer for me to complete than I considered appropriate, and some social differences. I was somewhat unresponsive as I felt more overwhelmed. I dealt with the feelings of failures by retreating into my shell. Having come out the other side of this phase, I realize how ridiculous that was. I could have organized my thoughts much faster by discussing them with the appropriate parties. Thus the word pout in there. No one like to admit pouting, but it was the truth.
Since I only plan to post one of these for the foreseeable future permit me to explain why I like writing poetry. It is the ultimate aesthetic expression of written language. I feel they enhance my vocabulary and exercise sentence structure. I like writing sonnets because they are long enough to send a message but short enough that I can typically pop one out in less than an hour and I don't get bored rereading it. Plus, they have an organization. Which Stressed Out! does not follow strictly speaking. I like (and write) the English sonnets because that's what I first learned although I am open to new styles. For those of you that don't know, the line structure is iambic pentameter, which means ten syllables total in five groups of unstressed/stressed syllables. An easy example from above is the word "Please" at the beginning of the 11th line. Think of it as "pl-EASE". Then the rhyming scheme is ababcdcdefefgg, although b and d are the same above, so I would get in trouble for that depending on the English teacher. The final question you might be wondering is how often I do this? Typically every month or two. In the last two and a half years since I started I have only written 18.
Your mission (should you choose to accept it): Write a poem. You don't have to tell anyone, Haikus totally count, but you aren't allowed to start with "roses are red, violets are blue..."