I wrote this on Tuesday after being inspired by reading some Edgar Allen Poe. The reason I need this reviewed soon is because I am thinking about reading it for Forensics(public speaking group). I want to know just your thoughts on it. Do you think it's too personal to read to a bunch of people? It would be nice to have a few reviews or even stars by the Monday meeting :)
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I sit idle, in my never ending solitary, as it has always been.
By now, I have stopped questioning why I live in this dark world.
But what is this?
A luminescent figure is coming down from above.
An angel perhaps,
Here to save me from the deep crevice that is my abode?
Is thou sent from God?
This kind of inhumanly beauty comes from Heaven.
Immaculacy, everlasting comfort.
At last my savior has come!
A gentile, yet secure hand grabs my frail bones,
And we rise to a world I have never known.
Perhaps I trust too willingly, or too soon.
I will never know.
For thy hand loses its grasp all at once.
I am utterly dismayed.
I look to thou for an answer, but there is nothing in thine eyes.
No love, as there was in mine.
No, is in mine.
I will always love thee for giving me just a moment in felicity.
I descend farther into the same crevice, only deeper than before,
Deeper than they will ever find me.
My bones, my everything is destroyed.
Except my love,
Which still burns with an intensity that it invincible.
But I understand.
How could something so impeccable, so seraphic as you,
Love someone like me?
Impractical.
After all, I have been impaired beyond repair from the start.
To fix me would be more of a hassle than it’s worth.
But I am not without a slight hope.
Someday, maybe someone shall care enough to be
My true savior.
