'Facing A Foul Reality'

..poetry continues.. while songs are sung no more..

I stripped my dream naked 

And I found only a hollowness of hope 

Visions only of self deception 

An artist at the end of his rope 

And in this self reflection 

I found a sadness worse than pain 

To hold dreams of futility 

Art by failure Stained 

So I decree an end of creation 

The constant striving for the air 

Because in every attempt of lyricism 

I reap nothing but despair 

- ZeN

Author's Note

Poetry about forsaking song writing and striking with poetry.

Reviews

[Crowley]

Ooooo ya....this was razor sharp and came with an extra set of steak knives...but thats not all...lol. Loved the quick wit and brilliant flowing rhythym. Huzzzahhhh!

[Ruth]

Wonderfully written
When all else has destroyed us, even writing seems to!
xx

[Leech Wife]

I absolutely loved the flow. And there was something desperate and raw in those words. Very well done, indeed.

[Tamz]

Wow, I loved reading your beautiful poem.
The choice of words flow like a river.

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

This is a little sad and indeed perhaps desperate in a way because you are accepting the ineviatability of failure when success is just as likely with a little more effort on board,a nice rythum and rhyme here though you are indeed very talented.