Years of waiting bring them here,
to a point between dimensions
Once arriving in this place of woe,
they may only pay attention
To new arrivals and their plight,
a wandering of years
So many here have never left,
adrift in their own tears
The water brings them sustenance,
haze to wet their brow
Their feelings are inadequate,
can’t understand just how
They’ve come to be here in this place,
of dreams where they unite
With other sorts who’ve shown up too,
all humble and contrite
For answers to the questions asked,
they sought for their whole life
That burning need to know just why ,
it cuts them like a knife
It’s not the people’s query,
to life’s inadequacies
The questions are arising from,
the forest and the trees
Author notes
the picture is copyright to Deviantart.com entitled "Modern Day Sleeping Beauty"
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #29 -Modern Day Sleeping Beauty- by The Cube.
500 points, ended October 9, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A good entry. I enjoyed this one though the text was a little hard to read. Could just be me though.
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I love your skill at rhyming. It's so well done!! And so smoothe and the flow is amazing. Lovelyyyyyyyyy work!
ing alone,
Mylee
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