Choose misery or moving on.
I leave with the latter.
Not concluding my fate,
That is leaning towards the left.
The place where it can
Hold grudges and be fooled.
Not excluding used then rejected.
Forgot about forever.
It urges me closer to its grasp,
Blinded by the thought of acceptance,
I walk forward alone.
Sealing my own destiny.
Reminders rush back to help
At 100 miles an hour.
Snapping me out of my conscience
State of mind to save me from myself.
Turning my head back I see
You disappear into darkness.
Sprinting forward I turn the handle
To the door of tomorrow.













Comments
ok i couldn't resist... the one main thing that has always been pounded into poetry is imagery. DAMN IT MAKE ME SEE WHAT YOU FEEL, no im not yelling at you just my cat. see now i got you picturing some crazed lunatic yelling at their cat ! Imagery my dear Watson Imagery! go google John Dunces poem "the Flea" (check my spelling)you may or may not like it but it's good for imagery and you will see what i mean. Oh by the way the reason im saying this... from the poem I have no idea what you want me to feel. Make me see what you see make me feel what you feel. and not just me by the way all your readers want to feel the same way.
Rant over
WAVERING MIND
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Kind of a bitter sweet forbidden pleasure, Thus is life and love.
May i find my way.
Who am i to critique your work, i'll give an opinion hope it doesn't sound like dribble ; )
Repeating again i hate to repeat myself
WAVERING MIND
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Kind of a bitter sweet forbidden pleasure, Thus is life and love.
May i find my way.
Who am i to critique your work, i'll give an opinion hope it doesn't sound like dribble ; )
It wasnt too long, or too short, and i enjoyed reading it. good job
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*~cherry*
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