I stand on the edge of the present
Deep precipice of the past behind
Traces of wisdom learnt I find
the hill of future fog bound
To the inevitable end to climb my want
Regrets of the past I grant
Sorrows tears follow each rant
The blindfold from my eyes removed
How helpless I feel, I tried to help
Hollow that the past shows a clown
Beaten and cowed shown in sorrows frown
How stupid I feel that I could not see
People laugh at me with glee
How stupid when taken for a fool
How stupid when others fool
How lost when values debased
Weights placed on imaginary steps
To show and hold no escape
The present so short
Yet so long, the past continued
I hold feelings quiet in emotions flame
I need a release but fear freedom
I crave release but fear to hurt
I crave to release but see loneliness
I see pain when allowed to grow
And yet pain must endure
Freedom in a cage checked
From lesson learnt is the present changed
Should anger from the past
The present of future cast.
The future in haze covered
the future so clear
The futures path confused
The present into the future cannot continue
I feel the angst when the past considered
I hold my breath where the present is playing
The future at heart I feel planned
Caged and held nowhere to go
Through others eyes my mistakes seen
Through others my mistakes felt
And yet I tried to help, I tried my best
When with the world I did not dance
When with the world I did not bow
I held aloft my judgement
Do you feel a fool when you respect people
Do you feel confused when what you do is right and wrong
What do you feel when emotional hands are tied
When because of love and respect you slowly drown
When the future laughs at nothing gained
When a soul cries no more
when a heart with sadness sees darkness
The fixed precipice with glee sought
- Author: DaveG ( Offline)
- Published: April 6th, 2017 04:21
- Comment from author about the poem: one of those oments when you question yourself and your life up to this point and do not see your aims or path clearly
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A journey through moments of past and preset written with careful perception your words ask questions we all try to put into words at times. Thanks for sharing this edge of betweeness.
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