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Darin Junior Member
since 2000-04-02
Posts 17 |
The Wonderings of Despair By Darin Maner Lonely back streets all around you The stains of your past scuffle upon your feet As you wander down the broken path of reality The deafening sound of silence Echoes through your senses What once was sincere is now nothing more than a shattered vase Everywhere you go you see constant reminders Of yesteryears past and broken friendships Solitary regret has consumed your soul With no where to flee, and no place to transform You stumble throughout your life of self-righteous hypocrisy. You try to hide the uncertainties But your evil deeds keep rippling into your sobriety Fighting the anguish casts you away into a private prison Sentenced to a life of desolation for your malicious ways Locked inside your heart self stands the yellow rose of truth Yet it is unable to bloom and grow because of your sins |
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revolution Junior Member
since 2000-04-17
Posts 20atlanta, GA, USA |
hmm.. my first question is... did you intend for the title to be "the wonderings of despair" or "the wanderings of despair"? i see in this some deep emotions that are struggling to break through... what jarrs me, at least, is the use of the second person throughout. my mind says, "who are YOU to tell me the yellow rose of truth cannot bloom because of MY SINS?"-- did you intend this poem to be a criticism of any one group or person in particular? or was your intent rather to describe the emotional state of an everyman? < !signature--> The land sustaining us seemed to hold firm Only when we embraced it in extremis. All I believe happened there was vision. --Seamus Heaney [This message has been edited by revolution (edited 04-18-2000).] |
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Darin Junior Member
since 2000-04-02
Posts 17 |
I wrote this poem about the everyday man who lives with guilt and cant seem to let it go |
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