Sunflowers OverlookedA Poem by tynamiteBalancing the voice of reason, and the voice of doubt, in your mind.
Is it the voice of reason, or the voice of doubt.
But the voice of doubt, hears me out. But the voice of reason, can be oversold. Leaving me cold, by the trust I foretold. That's why the voice of doubt, treats my fears. Comforts me when I disappear. But a voice of doubt, can be solely numbing. Poster-child drinking bottles, slipping. Each day the trip is, slowly growing. Signs of approval, are hardly showing. Meanings change in the blink of a day. When placement in the world goes astray. Ash on the grass, and ash on the sand. People stay lost, and some do get found. Hands in the air, are not coming down. And when they do, catch me when you land. My doubt takes me to crazy places. Has me reach the level with braces. When I know things aren't as they seem. That voice tells me what to do. Lets me know when to move on. What I should do, when things are gone. But can stop me seeing, what's truly there. If I forget to turn off, the voice insincere. On the shore, there's so many prints. Of feet that have passed, to the place I can't reach. For more than a day, my mark there has washed. I've been there once, and that was not long. © 2013 tynamite |
StatsAuthortynamiteBirmingham, England, United KingdomAboutHello peepz! I write novels and short stories in the "urban life" genre going for the "thought provoking" style. You could call it realism, but even romance and crime novels can be realistic, so I.. more..Writing
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