When immortality starts to fade
And the darkness of eternity seems to be sinking in
Do we lay and let it take us?
Do we fight to try again?
Do hearts truly heal after centuries?
Are the scars deeper then these surface lines?
Destiny was never just a word
But a hope to be manipulated
Torn between yes and no
And the more painful maybes
Do these tears fall for nothing?
Does this emotion count for experience?
Does a beginning truly accompany every end?
Or does that end remain alone with you?
Would trying ever get us further?
Is the truth hiding from our blind sight?
We can almost touch the semblance of love
But these mirages only run from our touch
If only there was something solid
A place to rest our tired minds
And kill the pain of confusion
When the sun sets into another dark new day
And the mists conjure under the sleeping moon
Will it saturate our memories with good feelings?
Will the cold chase away the loneliness in our hearts?
Is solace out there in the silent stars?
What are we expecting when we close our eyes?
The dreams won’t dance in your mind forever
But what happens when they finally fade?
Still, I walk the veracious nights
To eventually find the solace
Hiding beneath the glittering sky
For someone so young you are one smart cookie who is using her brain.The fact that your 18 and you have many questions that are going through your head shows me your looking at where your life is at now and what will the future be like.
And you are thinking about life and everything we go through as we age.At my age now i love the fact that i have made it this far in life.i am also comfortable in being older, when i was turning from my 30's to my 40' that change hit me for some reason i don't know why.and now in my 50's i look forward to my 60's.
I hope as you get older you have peace of mind knowing all the answers to your questions you are now thinking about.take care thank you for another interesting piece to read.
oh the doubts, the doubts! hahaha...no, i didn't freak out. Maybe it's because i've been trying to write songs lately, but i think the questioning of this piece could reach a good flow...
I'm a bit disappointed it didn't have any rhythm, though. No, I do love poems whether they have rhythm or not, i have plenty of those crazy ones myself, but this one just seemed to beg for it. Some sort of organization, see, maybe stanzas...
.:. A little grammar mistake here: [If only there WAS something solid]
.:. And something I didn't quite get, i think you switched the words... [When the sun sets into another dark new NIGHT And the mists conjure under the sleeping moon]
Anyway, most of those are answers without questions. This would usually get me into a thinking frenzy and a moment of dubious existence, but i believe i have found some of the answers :) or at least conformed to the idea of being clueless.
Submission Name: Finding Solace
