Bruised, wounded, yet reserved To what do I owe such platonic visions? Be if the obscurity of the familiar, Or of the peril of the unknown
Strips of unwanted fantasies, Clusters of the forgone realities, Clinging to what may have been Of a glimpse of the untangled velvet strokes
I stand, I stare... it snaps! The twist of the kaleidoscope is sealed! To snatch such illusions cannot be conceded, But to this day, it is yet to be revealed.
Thy image is my council of thought. Now, to what do I owe such lucid visions? Th thee, and be no one else. This tainted window needs to be shattered to heal.
I didn't understand this poem at all. The third, eighth, and fifteenth lines don't make sense because of poor wording or misspellings. There doesn't seem to be any kind of path. It lacks structure and cleanliness and has lost it's meaning because of it. Try writing the essential meaning of this poem and rewriting it from that.
We truly learn lessons from the past, it brings changes good or bad. It continuously haunt us that it could influence our thought, our ideas, our choices, decisions and everything unmentioned. The good thing is that we could turn the table to let the bad past into our benefit, to take counsel from it and be strong, it will guide us into future that we will not make the same moments of mistakes again.
Furthermore, the trauma s overwhelming that we need to shatter the windows to keep the view of the future clear enough for us to see.
Keep on writing please!
I got to learn a lot from you.
I am no one....nothing special; just a common guy with common thoughts and principles. I've lived and led a common life but remarkable. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be .. more..