Poetry is my ultimate redemption,
the soul’s crescendo, life’s purest confession.
Bound in the chains of my own reflection,
I kneel—a monk of words in devotion.
Though my identity trembles, a flickering flame,
I build a shelter from phonemes, fragile yet sane.
Each dawn, the heart’s whisper grows louder,
and poetry swings me—a pendulum of pain and power.
-
Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2025 02:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, RSM0812
Offline)
Comments2
I can feel this, I can identify with this and yes it is a pendulum of pain and power. A poem most lovely and a fave
Great rhyme and rhythm. It sums up the searching of the soulful pen. My favorite today. Great write.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.