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Writing meaningful poetry

Words flow
inundate the page,
a swirling flood, turbulence
on the flat sheet.
I am attacked, the vice
of indecision clamps
my mind, the pressure
intense, the pain spiritual.
The battle rages, the
vultures circle, I succumb.
Suddenly, all is quiet,
I’m alone on the page
surrounded by the
remnants of the conflict.
I rise and collect the words
laying them in lines like
casualties after the battle.
But, now, the words come
alive. They sing the song
of truth. I lie down
exhausted and sleep.
The words surround
me and keep me warm.

Author's Note

The battle for truth

Reviews

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I can see you are posting quiet often but you don't get too much reviews. Which is quiet pity cause your writing have some strong points .


In this free flow. Your words are like falling stones into mud. Feel real and feel struggle and self rage. How you can make another way around. I like positive end. Which is for me sometimes quiet struggle , i am sometimes too grimy . This end make beautiful climax like through the all darkness and gloom . There is tearing skies in bursting light well done .