Open Poetry #28 |
PLATEAU |
MERCURY Member
since 2003-04-16
Posts 190Ireland |
There doesn’t seem to be too much left in the tank these days. I get up half-heartedly, Weary from lack of sleep. I lift my right arm as my left is still searching for some blood. My face feels numb, unkempt and unloved. My newborn legs struggle to keep up with my movements. As my eyes flicker and tick to destination sight, The day ahead fills me with sadness. “Same old same old” reverberates in my dusty mind. Maybe if I began peddling backwards I can get out of my life cycle. At this moment a glorious vision of my youth implodes within my memory bank. A wry grin comes like a tsunami to my wet drooled lips. This is the plateau of my day. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Spoken wonderfully.. I kind of get it.. |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Sometimes it's like that, and the worst part is it seems like it's not going to change, but it will. If there's one thing I've learned....there's one constant in life, and that's *change.* Things have to change. They can't stay the same forever! I really got the message here..this too shall pass is what keeps coming to mind! Shara @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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