Enjoying the beauty (a poem)
Enjoying the beauty of meter and rhyme,
a poem revealed inscribing each line.
One day I’ll be lost to the passage of time,
but dreams will live on in this poem of mine.
Enjoying the beauty of meter and rhyme,
a poem revealed inscribing each line.
One day I’ll be lost to the passage of time,
but dreams will live on in this poem of mine.
there is a me that no one sees
the one i long to be
to live a life devoid of fear
i’m dying to be free
i see a world when eyes are closed
in dreams that’s where i go
for there i truly am at peace
in a place that few may know
Through seasons of life friends come and then go.
Each leaves an indelible mark on the soul.
So many things that eat my time,
yet again I’m at the store.
I haven’t time to use them all
I think, as I buy more.
These things are mine, or so it seems.
At least I paid the fee.
Now as I look at all I own,
I see it’s owning me.
Today I rose before my eyes could see.
To keep them closed is just stupidity.
With all the struggle that’s in front of me,
feet hit the floor.
The morning paper smacks me in the face.
Sometimes this world can be an awful place.
Lost my faith in the human race.
Then I look next door.
This is my story,
it’s one I know well.
Leaves that once green, have turned then fell.
It seemed like forever,
but we grew up at last.
Now here I sit, reminiscing the past.
Let not the darkness consume you,
nor live in a world without hope.
For trying to live such as they do,
will leave you to suffer alone.
Looking at trees
that line the drive
while long in perdition
my heart it cries
Enclosed in its wounds
her visage it lies
the inside is dead
not but skin left alive
We all have scars
that tell their tales
of times we hurt
and those we failed.
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