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Commentary 3 - On "Inverted"

sebastianantioch

This poem is special to me because it is also a nerdy one in origin! When I was younger, my favorite indie artist Nathan Sharp released an album called “Songs of Time” which was a rock opera of The Legend Of Zelda Ocarina of Time (1998). It was so influential to me when I was starting to write poetry. So much in fact that I awaited the day for him to make a sequel album based on the sequel, The Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask (2000)... Which never came. So for my last few years in high school I tried writing a poem based off of my favorite area in the game: Ikana Valley. It was cursed to have the dead rise from the graves and be unable to rest. The skeletons were warriors in a war that had ended for who knows how long ago, yet still believe they are fighting in it. Everything is shrouded in a mystery except for the fact that they cannot rest. They are empty with hatred. It was a perfect idea for a poem of mine but I just was not experienced enough as a poet yet to be satisfied with the result. In the back of my mind for years I wanted to write a poem based off of this area but in Spring of ‘22 I had finally written a version that I liked. During the time I was dealing with a toxic relationship that made me lose my sense of identity, asking myself who I was prior to that moment I had lost myself in it all. This poem is where things start getting more real as I was in a very bad place just trying to get over so much anger and so much resentment. Even so, I wanted to share it because I think it came out really well and was a part of the process that helped me move on from it. This poem originally was just meant to be something inspired by Ikana Valley but it became so much more, it became a wake up call that I needed to get help and move on from what kept me fuming - just like the ghosts of the valley who were only “living” for a war already over. There were two people I was very angry at, because I had lost myself to what they put me through. So I wrote this to vent my feelings out, it ended up being much darker than I originally had conceived of beforehand all those years ago. By the grace of the Lord I was able to move on from this pain and hate, it gave me comfort that now one of these people is now my best friend. Things can indeed change. But back then I just needed to let it all out because I was so lost in the pain.


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