Here I am with a blank page before me
A chasm to let my thoughts fly free
But where are those thoughts when I ask them to dance?
Under what bridge do they flow devoid of chance?
Some may say greatness hangs on your last line spoken
The final veneer from a man who lies broken
But where do my thoughts go when it’s time to shine?
Under what conditions will I find the perfect line?
Barely enough within me to find the final verse
Nothing but an aching heart that’s in reverse
So why do the lines that I’m trying to say aloud
Stubbornly decide to hide under a cloud?
P D Dawson (Darkimagination)
Comments
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Brilliantly Done:
You remind me of the band: Hoobastank. That's a compliment from me. I love this poem. It's sensitive. It's poetic. It has so much emotions and truth in it. Thanks much for sharing. Cheers!
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Those thoughts will come , all in good time !
Till then , I enjoyed this poem , great flow & rhyme !!
Best regards , Friend Easy
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