Trace each step, through furrowed fields,
across the plains where thoughts become dreams
Dreams that drift, into clouds of darkness,
are from seeds of hope sown too deep
Too deep to ever know the light of promise,
buried even deeper by sorrows of the heart
A heart, that has felt the cruelty of betrayal,
as though ravaged by a desert wind storm
A storm, such that when the dust settles,
all sense of direction and purpose has become void
This void of heart and spirit, chaos in its own right,
leaves a mind so deluded it begins to sink
Sink into the realms of insanity, without even a whisper,
much as one might expect to disappear into quicksand
Quicksand, gripping tighter as the fear within deepens,
until the soul has no more strength to resist
Resist, deny the demons that lurk within dreams,
deny them control over hopes and fears, tainting life
Life, is but a mere ripple in history's tale,
so bury your fears, bury them deep,
deep into the soil, in the vast field of dreams
and sow new seeds for hope to reign.
Author notes
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Dylan Thomas
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Detailed critique welcome
Comments
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Oh, Cuz!!!!
You have outdone yourself ....This is so beautifully and brought the emotions out in me...This is one of your best...Bookmarking this to read again and again...Sigh~ I juat love your work
Lynda
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Life, is but a mere ripple in history's tale
Oh, that is so true, and this poem echoes the prompt so well! Good luck in the contest!
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Thank you for reading and I am pleased you enjoyed this piece, I had to delve deep into resources within my mind that hadn't been tapped in a while.
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