I have reached some age, some place
where wisdom groans with disgrace
where certainty loses space
heroes crowned are soon replaced.
Late at night I scrape, I scrawl
friend and fool alike will fall
in this trap, what soul recall
it wasn't me, no, not at all.
I have reached, I've tried enough
tried as true most every crutch
answered every single touch
what felt real wasn't much.
Late I slow and pace my hall
face off to stare at the wall
in the mirror, strong and tall
it wasn't me, no, not at all.
I have reached into the fray
muddled black and white to gray
my hope reborn everyday
dreams, they walk the other way.
Late it dawns upon my crawl
where I go is where I stall
in this glimpse so very small
it wasn't me, no, not at all.
Please tell me what you think
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I like the way the words you have chosen produce a melancholic tone. Rhyme is very nice. The third stanza resonates particularly well with me. I like the repetition.
KW~
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self discovery pieces always intrigue me...I quite enjoy those who can look inside themselves..admit their faults, acknowledge their mistakes and defeats, yet continue on..finding joy in life...wonderfully "insightful" piece..well penned..great flow..
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kinda sad but well done
my favorite line... I have reached into the fray
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Good piece, I am not usually into rhyming poems but this is fantastic and you use it well. Also great grammar and spelling, thank you. Your choice of words were also easy to understand and relate to. Great job!
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Depth and wisdom shine out from these well crafted words. thanks for the read.
Donald
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It's a personal classic. These soulful words will present the proof that proves every single glory will not be forgotten by eternity, even though there will always be darkness after the dusk. The endeavour is not going to stop.
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i think this piece is amazing! you should enter this in a contest, it has so much expression and it flows nicely =)
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