Within my reach

A story type of poem

WITHIN MY REACH

I need to abuse this book,

I need to write of existence.

I need to explain the methods of brilliance,

A master among slaves,

A dream that came with the waves.

A method never used,

Perfection not to be understood.

But listen as i write,

Listen to the terror in my letters.

It gets lonely up here,

like pain followed by a tear.

happiness is absent.

But understand, this writing is silent

It speaks of no such truth

Of no such understanding to authority.

Her hands as perfect as clay,

Her heart though... dark as ash.

LOVE ME! she always cries out,

her feet cannot carry her doubts anymore,

her brain refuses bribes right at the door.

Her words as sharp as knives,

Her soul though flies with the wonders of the world.

Her hope feeds the starving,

her commitment so depriving.

And her story has still not been told,

but she sits waiting for the world to commit

for society to understand

and for her soul to find a deserted land.

And there she will write of the love she had for them,

of all the times she fought for them,

but her hands were too small to reach,

her guilt tough lessons it would teach.

I have written of tale-tale lies and illusions,

I have written of forever and beyond.

But those were hinges that held our bond.

I have written greatness for all to see,

So understand, i am writing this to me...

 

Author's Note

let me kno wat u think

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

ohh great ending..

such a raw feeling of emotion in your writing..

it speaks to me, thank you for that
Antonio :)

[Pearl Tshetlo]

wow guys thank u so much. i write for all those willing to listen

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pearl... I am being respectful when I say... I am reminded of
The Statue of Liberty and all she has seen.
Some how life is like your poem story...
She reaches out to the tired and those yearning to be free.
Lovely poetry... truly... Pat

[zainul]

This is a splendid write
Enjoyed reading