Crumbled bread i follow To the scattered signs The hidden bushes are blazing No longer able to survive Concealed mystic longing is sitting around The haunted voices are sneaking Deeper with marching armies And the sentinels are petrified Phantom of desires and lust is dragging the sturdy spirit The mountains are falling And the skies strongly collide The alibis are choking And the doors are slamming to the lies
So many great lines in this one, if I were to pick my favorite, I'd be reciting the entire poem. Love the format "scattered". Wonderful writing my friend.
The way you have formatted your poem is a nice compliment to the title as they are scattered without a set structure. I think this adds to the relevance of your message.
The greatest enemy resides within when we allow the committee in our heads to convince us that we are the one who is at fault! Our desires may consume us if we are unable to control the right amount of need - within confines so to say.
"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek"
Joseph cambell
this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..