If There Is Such A Thing

Hello everybody. It's that time again, lol. This is a poem I finished writing the other night. It's was greatly inspired by listening to a song that I love. That song, is "Taciturn" by Stone Sour. In my opinion it is an amazing song. The words are incredibly honest, and show a vulnerability that many people wouldn't have the courage to express, in such a public way. Thankfully, Corey Taylor, is a fearless musician, and in turn becomes a true inspiration for people like me. And the song, to me, seems to be about longing for a person. But as for the poem itself, it started out from a simple concept; that being, the title. The title popped into my head while I was listening to the song, and I immediately rushed to my computer and began to type. The words came relatively fast, and came from kind of a dark place. The tone of the poem shifts gradually over the course of the piece, from the narrator's views on the world, to slowly admitting this view point is due to the loss of a woman he cared for immensely. And it's a confession of sorts, that this loss was due to his own actions. So in the fashion of the song, the narrator tries to be honest and vulnerable, in the hopes the woman he lost will be able to hear the words, and forgive him. But enough of my rambling, let's get to it, lol. Thank you all for reading this. It means more than you will ever know.

"If There Is Such A Thing"
2013

As each new day is born
My self-confidence is worn
Like a tattered sail that's been displayed
Through a battle torn and frayed
But there are days when skies are clear
And they occur this time of year
But when your skies are often gray
You're not left with much to say
So you try to think the thoughts
That could inspire just a smile
But that wish is all for naught
In this world so cold and vile, 'cause...
If there's such a thing as grace
I have never seen it's face
And if there's such a thing as pride
I know that mine has died
And if there's such a thing as fate
I've discovered it too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart,
If there is such a thing...
As each new day grows old
A thousand lies are likely told
But both your friends and foes alike
Oh, the graph would show a spike
But no, things aren't always bad
And there are good times to be had
But they are things that often miss
When aiming at a wretched soul like this
So you could try to think the thoughts
That could inspire just a smile
But that wish is all for naught
In this world so cold and vile, 'cause...
If there's such a thing as grace
I have never seen it's face
And if there's such a thing as pride
I know that mine has died
And if there's such a thing as fate
I've discovered it too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart...
'Cause she gave me glimpses of her grace
And it seems I spat into her face
And it truly wounded all her pride
So now the flame inside has died
And that's the expected form of fate
When you apologize too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart
And as each new night is born
My scarlet letter's proudly worn
For I betrayed her with my words
And became the handsome scourge
That was lashing out in print
As each letter made its' dent
In the designer armor that she wore
That was tailored just before
She ever had an urge to love
The fool who just couldn't rise above
The hate he had for self
That was flaunted like it's wealth
But in the end the fool was broke
And with every angry word he spoke
His prize would drift away
So now it's through the ashes of bridges burned
That he must sift before he'll say...
Oh, you could try to think the thoughts
That could inspire just a smile
But that wish is all for naught
In this world so cold and vile, 'cause...
If there's such a thing as grace
I have never seen it's face
And if there's such a thing as pride
I know that mine has died
And if there's such a thing as fate
I've discovered it too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart
'Cause she gave me glimpses of her grace
And it seems I spat into her face
And it truly wounded all her pride
So now the flame inside has died
And that's the expected form of fate
When you apologize too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart
Oh, if there's a way I could restart
I'd want her and only her,
And I'd want her with all of my damaged heart
But that's only if there is such a thing,
Inside my chest...