Across the miles of the imagined past
we tread and tread, both near and far
exhausted by our own drama's of soul
we kneel down and idolise our pain.
Nurturing the illusions of suffering and time
digging deeper and deeper into the stories of old
a sense of blackness smothers the moment
the clutches of perception holds on tight
breath is shallow, as to, is our life.
Residing in the land of the lost
wondering why the sun does not shine in our hearts
why the rainbow only shows us half of the way
or why the waves carry the hurt away...only to bring it back
the stagnant waters of self are screaming out
"LET ME GO, LET ME FLOW"
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Well, all i can say is, whatever wellspring you drew this out of...keep it and guard it well. this is an elegant expressive exposition. To pen this way is, to me, a marvel. As you seek to understand being and self your words ring so true not just for you but, I think, others as well. All my blessings ~richard
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What a great write!!!
It makes one stop and think about one’s own pessimistic outlook. Heaven knows, I’ve had my share of those times when I felt sorry for myself, and (like you said) this just stops life from flowing.
Great job!
Anulka
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welcome back to ap!!! i was starting to get lonely without you here
but this is an awsome poem and the title really catches your attention and the flow was really good.
awsome write once again -
excellent
Very nice write- yes I get the gist -- this poem says alot in just a few verses - I like alot !!!!
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