The poison

The poison

I drank from that foul,vile spring

Hungry, swirled my tongue deliriously

Drops that trickle in toxic dance

Inundated with the fervor of thirst

Drink, drank I, drunk in petulant delight

Every scruple of my fallen insight

Drink I did in willing ignorance

That fountain sprung of bewitching guile

As pellets fell so did drops, dressed

Prettily streaked upon my lips

No rancorous tirades nor a chalice

Kissed with the mar of loving malice

Poison may and poison be

A loveless cheer, a squandered heart

Debasing minds of bitter shards

Fall, drunk in valiant stupor then

Victim to a tainted spring

Than a soul that cannot sing.

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I wrote this when I recalled the days of absolute sullen melancholy I was swimming in previously. This is a poem that talks about a character that dies after drinking from a poisoned spring. But before u start shaking your head and wondering why anyone would drink even out of thirst from a poisonous source, u should check the negative thoughts that enter your heads each day. Sometimes they may not even be thoughts conjured by u. They may have been criticisms or hurtful remarks from others. Those are the "poison" that we drink of so much that we may actually believe them enough to start conjuring our own thoughts of negativity. Obviously when we were born, we must have heard something that taught us how to think, believe and absorb. As time went by, we start to register the events of unhappiness or hurt from outside into our systems and then we start to lament and sink in melancholy. How much more poisonous is a negative mind than a spring of contaminated water? Because if we're not our best cheer givers, then we depend on others to give us that cheer we need. The energy sapped upon this dependence is like a running stopwatch, before the most optimistic person in the world becomes too drained to provide anything.

These days I struggle with the lure of "artistic dilemma". I would be enticed to watch a great movie or listen to a great song but it could be filled with so much pain and anguish till the very life of me becomes sapped by them. It gets worse when you produce a piece of work which requires you to zap into the characters of pure pain. But as I shared with a friend who's very senior and experienced in this aspect, he tells me when he sees or watches things with great catharsis, he takes it upon himself to cherish his happiness and his life more so than ever. There is a stronger incentive now to cherish. It means, when faced with great negativity you double up your positive power. I thought that sounded very insightful, but often when we hear things, we really hardly listen to them. :)

I admit that I wrote this poem after I saw Leaving Las Vegas. It was one of the most morose films ever that literally eats u up in those 2 hours. But none the less, an excellent piece of work.

Hmm, recently a friend who used to be so negative changed and I'm stoked to know that because previously whenever I saw him his pet phrase would be "life sucks.same old same old, can't seem to get better". I remember that his dampening spirits made me a little sad because I wished he could lean on to a glimmer of hope that didn't make it so heavy, so cloudy and gray. It occurred to me then that I must have drained so many people out when I was sullen and melancholic before. So now in face of anything that's pulling me down, I must double up the positivity! Yeaps!

God bless u and have a brilliant week +++++