A Category of its Own

iRonnie

A silhouette of a memory
Comes to lighten the day
But darken the night,
For what should I fight?
There lasts a convection,
Of turbulent disconnection.
What can I do?
Where lies my trust?
I seek what I am,
But what can I be?
What should I fear?
And follow whose lead?!
Am I my constant,
Or am I afraid
To selflessly consent
To eternal aid?

  • Author: iRonnie (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2017 23:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's about an internal battle between staying somewhere I adore with discomfort or moving on to something else and to hope to find some place I adore that will not force me into discomfort
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
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