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The Poetic Ramblings of A Disoriented Mind

Anger trickled into my marrow
Grief and stress from a moment long past
That still lingers in my confused mind
And consumes all thought as long as it lasts

And soon I am aware
That swiftly have the years flown by
An alien within a foreign land
Who trods upon unfamiliar sands

My peers have changed and their interests too
Thin has grown the social glue
Where to start? Where to begin?
Could I, will I ever start again?

Within a labyrinth of defensive walls
And behind a guise that hides 'hind my eyes
Sarcastic remarks and awkward stalls
Unable to speak, unable to express

Along the fringes I walk the void
Where romance and peace are devoid
Observing the happy pairs walk hand-in-hand
Never a participant, only a viewer

And before mine eyes I spy a girl
And quickly am I overwhelmed with innocent emotion
They prompt me, coax me to devotion
Her beautiful face, her curving bust

I want to run my fingers through her hair
And meet my immaculate lips with hers
And throw away my many cares
And happy bliss would between us shared

I spring forward but soon I am stalled
By the likes of a thin but firm glass wall
My hands try to touch and feel hers
But to no avail, I can go no further

I have no choice but to allow her to leave my sight
I try not to weep with all my might
What should lead to the warmth of caressing light
I see only a dark, cold, and austere night

I try to smile and face life with a grin
The end of the road is still far away
And there are paths still awaiting trod
Push the negatives to another day

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  • raj arumugam
    August 24

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    the lines lead one on smoothly and I feel the pain but the last stanza is uncharacteristic of the poem and you lose the reader there... I'd really like to read this lovely poem once more after you revise the poem...Cheers

  • Wonderful

    Great poem. I felt the passion. and thank you very much for your note on my poem.