My story is just like everyone else's

My story is just like everyone else's:

 

I too fell in love.

I too killed myself just to feel

        something other than this emotion.

I too sought destruction just to feel

        something less vapid and bound

        by confusion.

I too crawled the depths of despair with

        salty and arrogant tears,

        knowing full well my own

        insolence brought me here.

I too walked a maudlin mile,

        questioning and answering, remembering

        and reasoning, dilapidated

        and sauntering and

        squandering the path of acceptance.

I too lost the thread, unravelled

        the ball, let it roll

        uncontrolled down the hill

        without thought.

I too traded good sense just to taste

        something virile and draped

        in smugness.

I too fooled myself just to taste

        something other than quiet devotion.

I too fell in love.

 

My story is just like yours.

Great stuff.  I've never really been into poetry, but since i've learned of Charles Bukowski i've become a huge fan and i've grown an appreciation for writing like this.  Well done.

Actually, when I said "writing like this" I kind of meant poetry in general.  But this does in a way remind me of Bukowski's work.  He is incredible.  Check him out for sure.

Beautiful work. You have talent.

Oho!  A new challenger arises in the Poetry Free-for-All!

Some Guy wrote: Good job, man. I like it. My life has gone through a bit of a shake up recently, and this piece seems strangely relevant to me. Of course, that could just be me projecting. The only part I don't get is this: Warstub wrote: I too fooled myself just to taste         something other than quiet devotion. I can't figure out what "quiet devotion" represents. Can you explain, or would that be a violation of poetic etiquette?

Warstub wrote: I too fooled myself just to taste         something other than quiet devotion.

Some Guy wrote: I can't figure out what "quiet devotion" represents. Can you explain, or would that be a violation of poetic etiquette?

Thanks for the very nice comments everyone. Everyone is right about the 'quiet devotion' verse. My own personal interpretation, perhaps the reason why I wrote it, is that I was hanging to the side and resisting the temptation to say anything about how I felt. And because I wanted more than just that 'quiet devotion' I fooled myself into thinking something else was attainable, something draped in verility and smugness... and of course, when you fool yourself that way, good sense goes completely out the window.

Thank you. It's a stand-alone poem.