Raging waves clashing around
Is the world the place we fear?
Or it’s in us the solitude that craves
The one we seek, turns and traps
We can see beyond as a longing place
We never set foot on that lighting rage
We tremble to know it… as;
We embellish it to sooth us
What is that calls us there?
To be a part of that despair
Is it to be as a living chain?
Or to as one remain
Be a part of what we fear
Is not to change our light within
The fear won’t come alone
All that remains is hope to hold
As the hope grows
The fear goes
The call makes sense
As life tends the waves
-
Author:
Dolphine (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2011 11:15
- Comment from author about the poem: I sometimes feel so alone, but I am so used to be alone, I just don't want to loose hope and don't loose myself either.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
Offline)
Comments1
Very interesting and thought-provoking. The surrounding madness of the world around us is aptly characterized as raging waves, yet as well within ourselves may rage a smaller sea, as you seem to allude. Solitude sometimes seems anymore what some crave as a restful ease from the bustle of everyday society. Just my present two bits.
Thank you, and yes ... sometimes the world seems like a maze of madness, but then again if we look closer the maze is falling appart, so there is hope.
Best
D.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.