A Poet's DisappointmentA Poem by The Dreamerwhen i feel its worthless!(11:30 pm) I sit on my bed, Blood boiling red. Emotions controlling my hand, Words scattered like sand. My pen weaving magic, Whether its comic or tragic…. I look at my hands, with wonder: Pride resonating within, like thunder!
(7:30 am) 'Good morning' All my alarms ring. 'My poem', I sigh, I breathe, Smelling the ink like a wreath. I read a line - it feels so intense… Slowly I realize: now it makes no sense. Pride bursts, like a bubble, 'It's still good', I mumble.
(6:00 pm) The setting sun, a crimson haze, Poem in hand, I sit in a daze. Fleeing the dark are - little birds, Flying in my head are -a jumble of words. 'Feel no offense', Says my mind, 'Its nonsense'. I look at my hands, I heave: Disappointment swelling within - I grieve.
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6 Reviews Added on January 8, 2013 Last Updated on January 8, 2013 Tags: DISAPPOINTMENT, PRIDE, POEM, POET AuthorThe DreamerIndiaAboutHey - I am Nisha . I love to dream when I am awake, sadly I don't dream much when I sleep - maybe i drain all my resources before I go to bed... Writing is like a release for me, a source o.. more..Writing
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