Great Job

Hurah

Eyes grow old

Turned grey from blue

Sent down, casted and held

Too many thoughts dwindle as you

Fledgling promises thrown, mix it up

Give a smile and a blank stare

Frown now for the sake of then

Wrap that sheet around

Tight and thin

Glare at that shine that makes one blind

Shoved out of the image of ordinary

Let the eye writhe in a sheathe

No thought, no feel, take it away

Great job, little one

Your success shall be a reward

In itself

I’ll keep such achievements

Shun the doubt

Bring that little hand in and break

Don’t fret, end is relief.

Reviews

[Stephen C Morgan]

Okay, I'm afraid of posting on every poem of yours I read and not being able to say anything apart from "That's awesome" :P

I really like this one again - It's actually quite funny how I notice you just have this particular way of writing, it's like I have to re-read it numerous times and then each time I seem to get a different interpretation from what you're saying each time.

Yes. So. This is awesome too!

[ObscurityNone]

Hahh, yeah thank you. I do have it in mind that just about everyone can interpret my poems in many different ways, possibly more so than other poetry. So I am glad to see that that is taking effect, and I do not mind any reviews/comments, of any nature.

[dunnia]

this is really nice i love the last line

[ObscurityNone]

Thanks.