Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Musings...
Naught have I learned in all this time
But how to write a broken rhyme,
What do I have to show for it all?
I tried to fly when I could barely crawl
I go through the motions, I play my part
I cry, I hide, wait for the sympathies to start
I cringe with shame, I feel so fake
I eyed what wasn't mine to take
There's a truth out there
Though elusive it may seem
A reality to face up to
Of who I am to be
What is it that I must really seek?
It cant be this, this dream so weak
There's no fire, no fight remaining
I know I must, but the will is waning
How will this end, does anyone know?
Will I be happy or just another sad soul?
Will there be peace at the end of it all?
Will I survive this, or perish in the fall?
4 Comments:
Very nice poem! I esp liked the bit about "What is it I seek... will is waning.." Hmmm...
thank you! :)
How will this end, i'm very sure
Is that for this sadness there will be a cure
how sweet zee! thank you!
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