CycleA Poem by DoormanDanJust a quick, simplistic piece I wrote today, pertaining to the less than stellar way I've been handling life lately.Cycle I swear I once knew what I Was trying to convey in these lines, But now when I sit to write, A stampede of doubt engulfs my mind. I swear I once had both the cause and confidence To secure a reason for my existence, But lately I've been wandering without guidance, And have been questioning my own importance. When did I become so emotional, So insecure, and hypocritical? Am I just over-analytical, Or is this kind of cycle not normal? I can't seem to decipher this design. I can't make my heart and soul realign. I can't submerge my skyline in sunlight And rid my conscience of this noxious night. Such thoughts are unbecoming To the distance crawled so far, But I can't keep pretending That my own words never mar My mind. Like a candlestick melting, I was always my own star, Until my wick ceased burning, Now I quaver in the dark, So blind. When did I become so emotional, So insecure, and hypocritical? Am I just over-analytical, Or is this kind of cycle not normal? I can't seem to decipher this design. I can't make my heart and soul realign. I can't submerge my skyline in starlight And rid my conscience of this noxious night.
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Added on May 6, 2018Last Updated on May 13, 2018 AuthorDoormanDanManchester, Levenshulme, United KingdomAboutI'm a twenty seven year old preschool teacher who enjoys writing poetry, songs, stories, paintball and other things. My favorite things to do are parkour, video games, listening to music, and making .. more..Writing
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