I
The night splashes wild
While in the bed I lie still
The roof smiles mild
And the fan rotates lifelessly.
II
Reality that dawn
Speaks of strangeness
Strangeness of feelings
Drawn together in attachment.
It is hard, I know it is tough
My liberty my freedom
Speaks my mind in loud yell
Though the pain
Pricks the heart in silence.
III
That which binds
One day shall break the tie.
Why this test at this point
Is the struggle a must?
Though stands apart
Pain and pleasure, are
two sides of a coin.
Values of both
Make the truth.
IV
I am casting my back unto eternity
Leaving my face in the present
My mind weaves the thoughts
One by one analyses the depth.
As I think deeper and broader
I am confused
And my conscience derails my feelings.
But, I learn a thing
Everything is but a wisp of smoke.
V
As my feet take me far
I am rooted in me,
A new world I see in dazzling brightness.
But yonder, the night sky reminds me
Of the authenticity that arises within
And I am made to admit
I am not ready for the change.
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The night splashes wild
While in the bed I lie still
The roof smiles mild
And the fan rotates lifelessly.
II
Reality that dawn
Speaks of strangeness
Strangeness of feelings
Drawn together in attachment.
It is hard, I know it is tough
My liberty my freedom
Speaks my mind in loud yell
Though the pain
Pricks the heart in silence.
III
That which binds
One day shall break the tie.
Why this test at this point
Is the struggle a must?
Though stands apart
Pain and pleasure, are
two sides of a coin.
Values of both
Make the truth.
IV
I am casting my back unto eternity
Leaving my face in the present
My mind weaves the thoughts
One by one analyses the depth.
As I think deeper and broader
I am confused
And my conscience derails my feelings.
But, I learn a thing
Everything is but a wisp of smoke.
V
As my feet take me far
I am rooted in me,
A new world I see in dazzling brightness.
But yonder, the night sky reminds me
Of the authenticity that arises within
And I am made to admit
I am not ready for the change.
©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 270409.
I like the struggle and flow in your poem, and the conclusion, a realization we all feel, although we can never not change
ReplyDeleteLove the honesty in this; particularly the last few lines Cyclopseven.
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Sage..Thank you.
ReplyDeleteJanice...thanks and I am fine buddy. hope you are in good shape too.
Ooh, nice. Sounds like a poem I can relate to at this moment in my life.
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