There is no escape in hiding from life's challenge,
no substance to deliver salvation; just separate realities
tangled in the highs and lows of moods, feeding
paranoias rampant fantasy far from the cold light.
The introverted retreat bubbles with bottled feelings,
overwhelms bursting in tears of sorrow and rage.
Sympathy is craved by fragile minds, and broken hearts
that are weak with self indulgent thought.
Truth scratches behind the mask demanding attention,
refusing to be ignored, delivers it's painfull lessons.
Panic stricken ego runs faster, realisation snapping at it's heels;
tired out, it hides in a dark cowardly corner, dying.
The soul is free; rejoycing it dances to the rythm of love,
escape becomes a redundant delusion that like the clowds,
has been blown away.
Life demands to be lived and favours the brave fearless soul
who loves the challenge.
Please tell me what you think
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Great imagery and metaphore. A lovely poem with deep meaning. It flows nicely for nonrhyming verse. Thanks for sharing.
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good
the flow works well and it paints a clear picture -
Chills
Love the flow of this piece. My favorite phrase is "truth scratches behind the mask . . ." What imagery and metaphor!
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Very deep and beautiful. It didn't jump around and the flow was even and nice. I like that in poems. You have penned a beautiful piece of art here. You should be proud. I love the last two lines. Very well done.
Spreading love,
Miley -
well done
Flows nicely and has good alliteration. Strong Nietzschean message. Question: Should there be a comma after "overwhelms" in line six?
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Perfect! It's so true, you can't hide from life's challenges,as much as you'd like to. excellent piece. I look forward to seeing more of your work.
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Very powerful... I like your emotion in this piece, it is powerful indeed.
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