When they fought, I chose not to fight.
When they cried, I thought there is respite.
When they loved the wealthy and the wise,
I knew there is a reason for some being otherwise.
Amidst, the squibbles and squabbles of life,
My candid nature kept me alight.
But then came doubt, I did my self.
I did my nature, I did my health.
I doubted everything I felt.
And on I went to change my self.
I tried to turn the course of the stream,
Not knowing I was only killing a dream
Of little joys and profound realm,
On I went on broken whelm.
I had walked too far still heed less,
I reached a place where thoughts are need less,
What thought is it if not for good?
I reached this place and did for good.
Where walls are thick and wells too deep,
I scratched and scraped but couldn’t peep.
And in the walls I saw a shadow of myself.
but the shadow is what I had become myself.
4 comments
I AM the shadowy realm my wordy little friend. good piece. respect from one poet to another.
I’ve never ever written a poem before. This is my first and I’m 25. Your appreciation gives me hope. Hope that my mind is still in form. But I know hope is like mirage in the desert sand. Still I’ll take it thanks!
I’m 25 too! high five *smack* that was a good one. never too late to start writing. I’d say u got something here. keep at’er. I’m proud of u bro. keep on keepin on (:
Cheers bro! *smack*