Dancing through the sorrow, I step around the pain,
but nothing breaks the bough of memory and shame.
Pressured on my path, I never look away,
blocking from my sight, a single welcomed ray.
Garnered by the dawn and darkened by the fight,
a missed relief, a single breath of solitary light.
A wretched walk, a shadowed path - a history of souls.
Abreast I stand with myself hidden by the folds.
Broken by despair and shrouded in delusion
A walk I take, hand in hand - and draw the same conclusion.
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Author:
John-C-Hunter (
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Great first poem!! The images Iget from your poem are really good, I look forward to the next! Also welcome to the community!!
Awesome write
Thank you.
Welcome
This is good dude welcome to the noodle factory! peace ww
Welcome to MPS! Fabulous first poem. Full of imagery. A pleasure to read.
Thanks for all the positive comments, they are sincerely appreciated.
1. As we walk through life we have certain expectations that in the end seem more like delusional thinking than our original optimism. 2. I really messed up back then and I never seem to be able to recover. ~~~These are some of the ideas that come to my mind as I read this carefully and nicely constructed poem. Every line is very powerful and i am having trouble choosing a favorite line. Welcome to MPS.
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