Here I am, in the realm of confusion,
Where consists the hauntings and dreams
That will forever plague my mind;
A will to succeed, yet lack there of,
Imperative duties long neglected,
And an uncertainty of what even tomorrow will bring.
It's only when one sits to contemplate such things
That they etch deep scratches in the psyche,
Cuts so deep yet so metaphorical
As to suggest the workings of one's own weaknesses,
Or those which we perceive.
When our fears and our doubts,
Our failures and exhaustion
Drag us into a state of defeat,
What can we look to for resolution?
Where within our own minds are the tools we need
To overcome our natural or perceived weaknesses?
For an answer exists, and lies within ours minds,
And for ourselves it is our only answer;
For ourselves we cannot gain solvence from others
Only look for inspiration, for guidence and representation
And thus, here I am, in the realm of confusion.
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Can I get an AMEN?
Hehe. This is spectacular. Fascinating where your thoughts can go, eh? I especially love the last stanza. Splendid, splendid.
S
(PS, 5th line from the bottom: ours = our?)
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Well said and very good structure and flow
at work here. Would have used something a bit
stronger than "scratches" but that's my only
complaint.
Thank you for sharing
Keep penning!
~The INC." -
i cant totally relate to the expressions of this poem
i dont think i would change a thing -
i like this it's speaks truth that many of us go through throughout life.....ha a friend of mine once said "I have left Virginia, into a state of confusion." a rather intriguing concept i believe
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