Unbeing

sylviasearcher

 

What would it take?
To separate
Myself
Finally
From
Being

 

It seems the only way
To contemplate
Myself
Freedom
From
Make-believing

 

Do I have the power?
To recognise the hour
Myself
To take
From
Feeling

 

Need you know the plight?
I fight I fight I fight
Myself
To stop
From
Ceasing

 

Do I lose when I win
Let the end please begin
Myself
My wretched
Wrong
My broken
Gone
Myself
No more

 

Unbeing

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2019 02:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy. As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself. Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive write. I am sure that you do not lose when you win, use that winning to go to a better place.

  • MrNobody40

    I very much like it. Thank you for sharing



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