Day by day, mine eyes upon the distant screens,
Time doth pass so slow, in endless scenes,
Limitless waitings, forever they seem,
In this boundless void, I dream a dream.
The heart, it beats with fervour, uneasy,
Anxious of the future, where to steer my sea,
The ship of life, adrift in fate's cruel hand,
In silence, hopes do perish, like grains of sand.
No news doth come from lands of peace so fair,
No saviours’ applications, no solace there,
When shall I hear the call, the sweet invite,
A simple message of acceptance, pure and bright?
Time hath stopped, the sea lies still and dead,
I yearn for winds to breathe, to move ahead,
To bring forth hope, to stir this stagnant air,
And lift my spirit from this deep despair.
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Author:
MR (
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- Category: Reflection
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Depends, depends, depends...on whom or what you're waiting. If it's a reality never promised, we cannot fault it for failing to exhibit itself, you know? Excellently rendered with a beautifully haunting poignancy, and great imagery. Thank you for sharing.
Your comment is deeply appreciated! I am thrilled that the poem resonated with you. Your interpretation of the theme of waiting and the uncertainty it brings is spot on. I am glad the imagery and emotional depth came through. Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to share your thoughts. It means a lot to me!
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