Description: I wrote this a few days ago when mayhem was trying to take its toll on me. As time creeps by I become more convince that turmoil and upheaval
can bring on intense feeling which do not necessarily mean they have been neatly put together.
Please let me know your thoughts about it. I'm not asking for anything in particular, maybe a general review, a mere suggestion, a piece of advise, maybe something related to its meaning, even you think is worthless ...... I will return the favour.
A zillion words queuing
Behind one’s pen and hand,
Waiting for freedom
Like beggars asking for food
In a red-starred line.
Too many unwritten essays
Stacked in one’s mind,
Altered realities captured
By the untrained eye.
Visions blatantly change
Like two mates watching the same film
Though one wipes
While the other cackles.
Thus, knots do transpire
Unavoidably triggering fire
If onlys were cast aside
What ifs melted by light
Such an insufferably unworldly sight!
Such a simple rythmn to this poem, such deep and simple words covaying such a complex emotion. This is a vivid piece despite its cold frame of mind. I will add this to my favorite list.
whoa. I enjoyed this poem, it was so unexpected. and it just...y'know, hit me. I like how you wrote "Though one wipes" meaning one is wiping tears away, instead of "Though one weeps". it let you think about what was being wiped. I liked the,
If onlys were cast aside
What ifs melted by light.
thanks for sharing :).
Submission Name: Altered Realities Captured
