Undying Dreams

To uphold faith in oneself...

As worry comes to stalk the soul,

to kiss the fate and plant the old.

To dine on flesh and fill with fear,

which rears its face every year.

Amidst blackness that hides the heart,

among ashen trees sings the lark.

While rest may be the peace we need,

to appease minds and cease from greed.

Our gentle thoughts feed us to grow,

ones we forgot we already know.

Its love born by way of trying,

with dreams healed that lay undying.

 

Author's Note

A poem written for anyone who feels that they are too old to manifest their dreams.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

To dine on flesh and fill with fear,
which rears its face every year.


The above resonates with me most because every year I'm that silly person who make those resolutions (New Years) but I never know how, or am afraid to take that first step.

So inevitably, they will carry over.

I need to get a NIKE 'Just Do It' t-shirt.

[Jack Cassidy]

Why not just get a white shirt and write "Just Do It." It would be a bit cheaper... As for the resolutions, we're human and we all f**k up plenty. Here's to another year...

[Matching Socks]

Let the disappointments begin!
Cheers. :)

[Jack Cassidy]

A big hooray!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

This piece is very well written and spkies the thoughts of your readers, well done, good read.

[Jack Cassidy]

Thank you for reading, always appreciated.

[The Gero]

nicely written, congrats

[Jack Cassidy]

Thanks...

[Leslie Philibert]

The first poem I have read from this writer, a good one, written with care and thought.

[Jack Cassidy]

Thanks Leslie