TaciturnA Poem by CharlesPersistence is an essential quality...
In the emptiness of the night air
my breath became labored in the stillness of the woods. Shivers extended through the cold and lack of certain and familiar sight. To remain in place would be to accept in fatigue, as if any movement might be unwise. As fatigue became my friend I argued how sloth would make an unacceptable pet, as he stroked it's neck to make a friend of it, too. Only the mist from my lungs made sense as it moved away gently without disturbing the cold but becoming part of the stillness by disappearing quickly away, just as I needed and wanted to. He made me laugh out loud after a moment, reminding me of another moment in time. When I have been made of better role model stuff. I began to want to impress my new friend with a whole new level of subjection, the coldest feeling yet. As fatigue became a beacon that enlightened me to the emptiness of the night air, he and I labored through the still woods watching the mist disappear. © 2010 CharlesReviews
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Added on August 30, 2010Last Updated on September 1, 2010 AuthorCharlesALAboutI Find No Peace I find no peace, and all my war is done; I fear, and hope. I burn, and freeze like ice. I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise. And naught I have, and all the worl.. more..Writing
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