I'm taking a break for a while, for no specific reason. Maybe because, I don't get as much inspirations as I used to.
Standing in a desert,
Alone and desperate,
But with the candle of hope within,
Moving through the harsh terrain,
Day and night,
Round and round,
Could see no end to this.
Oh, wait!
Is it there?
It must be, I can see it,
Hurrying to reach it,
Only to find it as mirage.
The weight of disappointment,
The worry for the next day,
Make me fall and I drop,
Should I just give up?
Should I just stop here?
Wait for the gloom and dread to find me?
Because where can I hide myself in this barren land?
Maybe I was wrong all along,
Maybe this is how it is, how it should be,
The dreams used to take me in its smooth and velvety embrace,
However, reality is so much rough; heartless,
Like a rose and thorn are they.
Life has gotten its hands around my throat,
I take my breaths in tiny gasps.
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A nice analogy rose and thorn dreams and reality. A nicely done poem
Thank you
The roses and the thorns of life. We can’t have one without the other. Never stop dreaming though. Some of our dreams may come true. Dry nicely composed poem.
Very true. Thank you for stopping by.
Please excuse typos. - I have recently had eye surgery 🌹
It's alright! Hope you're doing well!
So well versed, this glimpse into dreams and despair, the metaphor of rose and thorn. And yet the pain of the thorn is countered in the beauty of the rose. Excellent write!
Indeed. Thank you!
Wonderful imagery I felt I was being choked 🌹
That must mean that you've felt the message the right way. Thank you!
Absolutely ❤️
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