Will these chilling encumbrances never cease?
I am haunted by want, my soul turns to desolation.
Desire ruthlessly burns a forbidden path,
a flaming stepping stone along sets my fate.
But I can never be free from rejection,
never retire from this incessant burden.
It is who I am.
They call me parasite,
they say I am a leech adhered at the heel;
determined, stubborn, indignant.
I will suck you dry until you are a mere shell,
but what will you get in return?
A hopeless dream of chances yet unheard?
A faithful drone by your side eternally?
I would laugh, because you should know:
That is not who I am.
Today I was sifting through the dusty labyrinth of my computer archives, and found this poem. It’s from a few years back, when I was taking a course on American Literature. I wrote it in response to the character Lily Bart from The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton.
In The House of Mirth, Lily’s a beautiful, young socialite in 1905 New York, whose biggest character flaw is her pride. In the poem (which is written from Lily’s perspective), I aimed to get across her desperate desire for financial security. When she turns to a married man for support, though, he asks for more from her-more than she is willing to give. In the end, Lily may be a ‘gold-digger’, but she isn’t willing to sacrifice herself.
8 thoughts on “Who I Am- an original poem”
Simply put – amazing, it made me hold my breath to read through haha. I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award! Congratulations!
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the gesture, however, I have already been nominated for the Liebster Award and don’t think it would be fair of me if I was awarded it more than once. I must respectfully decline. That being said, I’m humbled by your generosity. 🙂
whoah :O you must surely have talent then, I am honored to have seen your work. 🙂
Thanks. 🙂 You’re quite the talented writer yourself!
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Thank you! I checked out your blog; your work is hauntingly beautiful. 🙂
‘ I am haunted by want, my soul turns to desolation…’ wow this line speaks to me.
Thank you! 🙂