The outlook is blurred on this moving stage,
Some see meaning in every season,
The old lion bites the bars of his cage,
Hurting only himself for no reason.
Others see a futile struggle of pain,
Without hope of redemption or grace,
The burrowed creatures fear the pouring rain,
And run fast to find a safe hiding place.
Nothing good has ever been preserved,
The glorious dawn light fades each morning,
The dusk heralds unknown darkness deserved,
Beauty unseen is gone without warning.
This sad hallucination is not real,
Even a Mother’s Love will disappear,
Leaving nothing but moments that we steal,
And long hours gasping for air in fear.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Our mind, we take along, and often steers our life journey🙏🏻🕊
Yes indeed.Thanks so much for commenting
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write D.
Thank you
Change is inevitable and for those that like the present it is dark but for those suffering it offers a glimmer of hope. This poem focuses on the first and dark side of change. Very well written and rhymed
Things come and they, change happens whether we like it or not, sometimes it can be for the better, we hope, enjoyed the read
thank you very much
You are very welcome
Excellent write David
Thank you compadre
You're welcome
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