Never again will I have my back against the wall.

While standing there doing nothing at all.

No more I succumb to this voice in my head.

When I notice my heart shouting instead.


Not once have I felt as if I couldn't be something.

Rising up to the challenge, but ended up with nothing.

Rarely will I come with a handful.

Although unreliable, those are truly beautiful.


Seldom days I feel as if the wind is caressing my neck.

Feeling my surrounding while I walk this impossible trek.

Grim pictures of was once a sad reality.

Turned magnificent by a truly surreal deity.


But now locked for once and forever.

Keeping my secrets hidden, my last treasure.



  • Author: C.L. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2017 20:39
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 21
  • User favorite of this poem: destinyk.


  • destinyk

    deep. love it.

  • Abora

    very satisfying rhyming. well done.

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