A Passion's UncertaintyA Poem by Brian M. PeeplesThe Sun does not rise, rather it sits upon the evermore, on the eve of tomorrow, which is today. A perilous shadow of yestereve, though, clear as the clearest sea. Its vision no longer fogs this debacle of a reality, that which has forgotten the now, and the birth of pleasantries, of passion, and of love. I peer towards the stars, into a far off timeless realm, where I may never return to this great old elm that shelters me so kindly, as I veer from the ship’s stern, venturing off into that which I deeply yearn. The great, great unknown, wherever that may be. Though I am uncertain of thee, perhaps this is my home, my everlasting serenity. This may at last be my freedom, and liberty, from an uncertain future. Though, as you can see, I am madly in love with you. Are you in love with me? Or perhaps, one day, might you be?© 2016 Brian M. PeeplesReviews
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8 Reviews Added on January 9, 2016 Last Updated on January 9, 2016 AuthorBrian M. PeeplesNorwich, CTAboutI am a twenty-three year old writer & poet. My passion for writing comes from all over. I love to write, and I love to inspire others. Hopefully when I'm gone one day, I'll leave behind all my writin.. more..Writing
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