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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
This I wrote for friends, that quit their jobs because they were tired of projects and deadlines. My project ends in my hands. When I started I saw no harm. Struggling, it gave up the fight, while I caused it to fall apart. Blindly, I took on the task, knowing that it could not last. I had pressures from every end, specially those from within. I really strived for its sucess. But eventually it became a mess. My future depended on it, but even destiny refuse to help. I shaped it from its first breath, slow death, I close the vent. Exhausted, now I must stand, my project ends in my hands. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I know what you mean, a lot of pressure can be put upon the person doing the project. The only project that holds no pressure is the project that one takes on because they want to...a personal challange that they will enjoy......I enjoyed this read! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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