Description: Have you ever been so excited for what is to come that you forget about what is presently happening?
Have you ever gotten so hopeful for what is to come that when didn't occur you we crushed?
This poem is about just that. It's about forgetting reality and spending too much time thinking about you future. It is also about trying not to get too excited about something because you don't know what will and will not happen.
Bliss -------------------------------------------
my hopes are so high
and I can't contain this happiness
that lies within
I'm too focused on what is to come
instead of what is
but I can't help myself
my excitement has taken over
I am not myself
for my spirits are too high
themeic issue...
If you can't contain it, why is is lieing with in? The poem feells awfully constrained and restricted for a poem about bliss. Why is it not... bursting out? Overflowing? The whole poem seems to be fighting this bliss... trying to keep it from taking over. And it feels like it already won. It makes me feel like I'm trapped and already lost, as opposed to letting this bliss take me over. Maybe a longer line would help?
Submission Name: Bliss
