Holding my hands with a mind that seeks
Fluttery eyes oh too tired to repeat
A cycle never ending a void once reached
A shallower yet deep a hole thats filled
A life so quick yet the nights stay still
A cloak so dark yet the sky looked breached
My name my name ah what a burden to keep
The strokes my strokes so nameless to link
The freedom the joy a line that trips
A smile a laugh and a wind that breathes
Oh it feels nice yes nice to be a weed among trees
Oh it feels nice yes nice to be a letter among means
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Author:
arial (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2024 14:15
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Comments2
This is very well written.Some deep reflections here
Thankyou
Your poem navigates the complexities of existence with vivid imagery and introspection. It's a beautiful reflection on the struggle to find meaning amidst fatigue and the fleeting moments of joy that bring solace.
Thankyou for portraying it so beautifully..
You're welcome! I'm glad you appreciated it.
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