I have become the stagnant brine,
Creativity has become my prison.
Every day I sit and stare
Off into space without much care.
My foundation was curiosity,
The wonders that life kept hidden.
I've seen a few, and so close they were -
Amongst women, children, and men.
I am a slave to enthusiasm,
Held captive by indecision.
Wasting away years simply spent
On keeping everything the same.
If what I seek has not been found,
Then this balance is limitation.
Fleeting wants and needs sustain
Self-loathing, and inhibition.
Am I to remain the head held under,
Am I to rejoice in my lack of choice?
Am I to attend the ceremony
Never once using my voice?
If I speak will I find solace,
If so, will comfort ever reciprocate?
If I inherit the will of great men now gone
Will I rise above this looming grave?
If I give in to that daring risk
Or that fervor and its passion,
Will all I've built come crumbling down
Like castle walls amidst the grey;
If I stray any farther from this path outlaid
Will I face death before I've lived?
If I concede to fate's ill temper
Will I ever be able to change?
Can I elude the frothing jaw of greed,
Is it befitting to ask for more?
May I find hope alongside the hapless,
Or affinity among the lorn?
With all my effort I've strived to etch
This yearning into my being.
My family, friends; I love them all -
But something is always missing.
This fear cannot subdue persistence,
I've already wasted too much time.
So before I fall to dread, I'll resist -
And I shall take this life as mine.
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Nicholas Browning (
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I’m sorry you feel scared . I understand what it’s like to feel scared … and to want something different but to fear making change
This a good poem and you have expressed yourself very well
Maybe one day you can move past the fear ?
Writing can be a nice escape
Thank you for the kind words, Rose. It's always difficult to just throw it out there, but sometimes you gotta do it for yourself. I've always struggled with having goals, or a "Dream." But I think now I've got a nice idea. I'll stop by and say hello on my way to Scotland lol.
🙂 same here … goals , I don’t feel I have enough of them . Sometimes I feel like I’m somehow drifting along in life but not getting far enough .
Your welcome to message me if you want a chat .
Take care
Sometimes goals just present themselves without actually having to achieve them. Must admit, I never set goals, they just lead to disappointment.
Words of wisdom my friend. They are appreciated.
The words so pure
Yet people taint them as rebel
I don’t know how find them liberal
They questions my thoughts
They question my dreams
Maybe the failures should stop me
Yet my heart isn’t willing to give up
I don’t know why but your lines made more a rebel
I wish to be more and more committed to the dreams that keep me awake
Well crafted dear poet
Thank you very much Spill. I'm thrilled it could rotate the good ole mind cogs.
It surely did
The windmills of the mind, so perfectly articulated. It's a beautiful piece sir. Bravo.
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