Futile

feels like an anniversary....this is my poem nr.200 :)

I wish I would know

When will the famine of my soul end…?

Fragments yearning for motion that is still slow

Perhaps then I will no longer pretend….

 

That I know all the answers

That I have ever perused…

Arrogance and indifference my oldest dancers

That have left my heart coldly bemused…

 

Stop whispering in your mind

All you’ll never say…

The edge of my blade again couldn’t find

No evil to win…no enemies to slay…

Reviews

[Nabeeha Mustafa]

'Arrogance and indifference my oldest dancers
That have left my heart coldly bemused…' (Y) Loved it. You write so well :')

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much :)

[Jamestown]

Well penned!
I really enjoyed this piece and the last stanza really stood out:)
Thanks for sharing and happy anniversary 200:)

[Ana B.]

:D Thank you my dear :) Stay blessed !