The Tides of Change

Even my tears are dissident in a sea of loathing -
Will I escape this whirlpool of fear?
Or will I drown, suffer under waves of hate?
These droplets bore a hole deep in my heart.

An inkling of thought splays across the canvas of the world,
Only to be covered by thousands of others,
Dripping downward to seal and cover,
Only to themselves be found underneath.

Could I penetrate the marrow castle?
Washing away it's chalky surface with the tides of change?
Rending it to dust, swallowed by the flow of ideas,
And taken down-river.

Or shall my small pond be lost within the Sea?

Reviews

[Meredith Leigh]

This is really cool, and interesting. I loved this piece because your description was great, and it painted a very vivid and beautiful picture in my head.
Great work.

- Kriss

[Pauline Marie Daley]

Wow. Beautiful poem! Any change in the world does start as a drop, but then it grows and grows. Just like your poem. Your words are beautiful and inspiring. Wonderful job! :-)

[My Midnight Sun]

This is remarkable. Honestly, I imagined the thinking man!

[dark and twisty]

huh..am stumped..in a good way..need to read it again..there's something about it that resonated so deep with me..