Where do I belong
I know not
'm a mere pawn
In this game of life
I shuffle between wrong and right
The faces silent, their words mute
The time has come to say sorry
But no, I am strayed by my pride.
Unless you feel the fire
Burning in your bust
You cannot find the beauty
Hidden in the rust.
This Poem is shared with
- Sunday Whirl - Wordle 83
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- dVerse Poets Pub - Open Link Night.
Beautiful. We come to know ourselves and become more beautiful through our life's struggles. The last paragraph is truly inspiring.
ReplyDeleteWowowowow...I totally heart this one...the last stanza is amazing... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Swarnali :-)
DeleteSimple and deep. I like!
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
Deletelove the last set. Nice
ReplyDeleteThanks so much :-)
Delete"Unless you feel the fire
ReplyDeleteBurning in your bust
You cannot find the beauty
Hidden in the rust."- those lines I love most....you never fail to leave me yearning for more of your wise words....
So true! It is inspiring for me.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sui :-)
DeleteThose last words lead to more understanding (not complete, because of our limitations) of the "meaning of life".
ReplyDeleteNicely written/said!
PEACE!
Thank You Steve :-)
DeleteThat last stanza says it all!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary :-)
Deletewoww three prompts and such a nice poem... great feeling!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Swarnali, such a powerful closing stanza!!
ReplyDeleteThanks buddy :-)
Deletewell done... love the last stanza especially, so true!
ReplyDeleteThank You Laura :-)
Deletei feel you in this...i think there is truth in it as well...pride is easy to overcome us...but the feeling to the fire to appreciate the rust is a beautiful statement...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian :-)
DeleteWow! What a mystic piece!
ReplyDeletePowerful message in the last stanza is superb!
I count you in the list of One of the most brilliant writers and poets.
Keep going with the same spirit!
Keep Rocking :)
Thank you Simran ... I am flying high after seeing your comment :-)
DeleteSo amazing :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Izdiher :-)
Deletehi Speck.. the emotions that you identify are very well identified. The last stanza is so true!!Loved this :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Ma'am :-)
Delete:) Thumbs up Greeny... :) Loved it, really unless you don't look deep down what's in your conscience there nothing worth respecting.... Not even the beauty outside :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Tanya :-)
DeleteSo true... very true.
ReplyDeleteThank You Bren :-)
DeleteWell thought-out, inspiring.
ReplyDeleteThanks Victoria :-)
DeleteExceptional... I especially like the ending!
ReplyDeleteExcellent use of those words! I'll echo the others, a great ending :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sara :-)
Deletea very perceptive poem, green man and well written. wise words.
ReplyDeleteto find beauty in the rust.....words of wisdom you've penned here. so true and soul-stirring~
ReplyDeleteThanks Yelena :-)
DeleteLet's hear it for the fire!
ReplyDeleteThank You Sandy :-)
DeleteFine words GS and the last stanza wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thanks a lot Anna :-)
Deleteit's all in that last stanza...
ReplyDeleteThat's what I tried :-)
DeleteQuite a creative rust I must say!
ReplyDeleteHa ha :-)
DeleteI am in agreement with everyone here, a very special piece. What you write is so true for so many of us and we recognize ourselves in your words. This is what special poets do for their readers :-)Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your beautiful words ... this highly encourages me to go on and on :-)
Deleteanother wonderful poem! That pride can get in the way every time!
ReplyDeleteThat's so true Robyn :-)
DeleteAh, pride... it needs to be balanced with humility, but often isn't. This is a very nice response... those word whirls are far too hard for me!
ReplyDeleteThanks Margaret ... They aren't that difficult ... you can try them as well :-)
DeleteThe last two lines were gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThank You Sara :-)
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