I turned and I saw my lack and my law afraid of the flaw in fear of my brother
Awake though I was my lack to the cause in fact a poor pause before the known other
I've hidden from it since in my bed to convince myself and to cleanse all trace of my shadow
Alone though I planned that choice I can't stand I know now I can merely peer out my own window
With my lack and my law I've let the sad flaw rule, though I saw the true heart of the others
Apart and away, I turn again to my bed I am willing my own destiny at once, in my head All the faces outside I happen to see where. the only dark thing I fear there, it's me
I really loved this. The rhyme, the meaning, the ending...it was all lovely. Personally, I felt that this person was at first denying their pain, or as you put it " All the trace of my shadow", and has come to the realization of it eventually in the end. Peering outside, seeing the true hearts of others, the people. I feel this person is afraid to walk outside because they fear the judgement of strangers...I don't know, maybe it is not the true meaning, but I understand your words and can relate to it. Thank you for sharing your heart brian (:
-Angelina
I really loved this. The rhyme, the meaning, the ending...it was all lovely. Personally, I felt that this person was at first denying their pain, or as you put it " All the trace of my shadow", and has come to the realization of it eventually in the end. Peering outside, seeing the true hearts of others, the people. I feel this person is afraid to walk outside because they fear the judgement of strangers...I don't know, maybe it is not the true meaning, but I understand your words and can relate to it. Thank you for sharing your heart brian (:
-Angelina
As a rhyme-aholic myself, I always enjoy seeing an unusual rhyme pattern & you've crafted this well. Except in a couple spots, the rhythm is well-balanced to show off your rhyming. As for the message, I can totally relate! Sometimes it can be scary when we get a big brutal look in the mirror, at how some of the things we do might feel to others. But also this self-examination could be different for various readers (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie