The trembled words of change are pronounced within my heart. I aspire to begin again the valued chores I once put aside. Resistance to indifference is not welcomed Nay, we must aspire to the new tone of liberalized concern. Create a space of solitude within the yawning cascades of tremored phases to survive.
We met in a dark doorway, my me and I. There I discovered my limitations which were controlled by my possibilities.
This new phase of my daze will begin with honour. And with a joy that I meet the strangeness of these patterns indicating I have arrived, but where am I going?
I loved the way you ended it! Very haunting, but not in the "I'm gonna get you" kind of way, more of a thought that you brought into my mind and slamming the breaks with no idea of where you are going in life. This poem has an amazing flow.
That second stanza was beautifully penned. I love how you portray a single person meeting with his mentality and discovering who he truly is.
Beautiful poem. Keep it up!
AMAZING!!! makes me wanna get in the car slam on the gas and jus go where eva the road takes me!!! thank you for sharing!! def. going into my fave pile!! = )
Last line is true. Sometime we need change and direction. But where are we going and what will we accomplish? Strong ending in this excellent poem.
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