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in my life
pages burn with thorns
once adorned with petals
now naked, shameless
steering the ship
on a journey long lost
questions that answer
with concocted lies
in the midst of whirlpool
an oceanic fire
the demons rise
one, two, three and a thousand
shadowing the horizon
with ugly stares
that darken the nights
of fear and tear
and I run
and run
in cylindrical maze
sinking in the abyss
where truth unfolds
and hope unfurls
darkness brings light
where I stand up
and learn to fight
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thats intense..
ReplyDeleteThanks buddy :-)
DeleteThis really sounds like a nightmare:
ReplyDelete"the demons rise
one, two, three and a thousand
shadowing the horizon
with ugly stares"
Very vivid writing!
This flows smoothly from line to line and I like the power in the end...the beginning caught me...I pictured a rose petal rudder on the ship of which you steer...I know that's not there but it is what I thought of. Beautiful poem!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Hannah :-)
DeleteSuch strong words, gut wrenching, but in the end the grit is there,,,
ReplyDelete"where I stand up
and learn to fight"
Love it,,, :-)
Thank You Ellecee :-)
Deletetoo easy to lie, too easy to run--this poem sets a real challenge
ReplyDeletepages burn with thorns
ReplyDeleteonce adorned with petals
and the ending so powerful! A journey, this poem, of life and lessons learned. Wow.
One of your darker pieces but there is sometimes beauty in the melancholy
ReplyDeleteJust tried to go dark a bit :-P
DeleteOur demons teach us to fight ... the missing piece in my puzzle ... why didn't I think of that myself ... I'll remember that for future reference, Mr. G ... great friend of mine ...
ReplyDeleteI am glad the puzzle fits perfectly now :-)
DeleteAmazing flow of words ! so much said in a perfect tangle of words . That was one remarkable piece of writing ! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Maliny :-)
Deletethat was intense!
ReplyDeleteThank You Shikha :-)
DeleteSo vivid..I love the ending...darkness brings light
ReplyDeletewhere I stand up and learn to fight
Powerful, from the heart and a great ending.
ReplyDeleteAgain another wonderful poem! Darkness brings light, where I stand up and learn to fight - thank goodness for the light!
ReplyDeleteThanks Robyn :-)
DeleteCan we really run from demons who live with in, your poem brings up an important problem. But I like the way it ends on a positive note.
ReplyDeleteWe have to be positive in our fights :-)
DeleteA striking example of free verse, with many quotable lines and a strong finish. I especially like 'oceanic fire.'
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Hedgewitch :-)
DeleteYour finale surprised me. Strong and filled with images of darkest night, your words convey metamorphosis of sorts.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kim :-)
DeleteStrong, powerful words, dark and challenging in equal measure... we all have our fights to fight, our demons to face, our fears to conquer...
ReplyDeleteA gritty write, but the end offers hope..
Thank You Mixi :-)
DeleteLove the way you weave such intense poetry and never fail to end it with resurgent hope...Wonderful as always!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for encouraging me always Reshma :-)
DeleteAn intense piece. A poem of survival and strength. Fantastic Speck.
ReplyDeleteThank You Panchali Di :-)
DeleteMy goodness, that was deep! Thanks so much for joining in this weeks Carry On Tuesday
ReplyDeleteWhat a nightmare. I felt I was running, too, so thankful for the light.
ReplyDeleteThere is always that light :-)
DeleteWell I was imagining pirates of Caribbean and Amrit with a sword...:P
ReplyDeleteWow ... what an imagination !!! :-P
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