This is a poem reflecting my frustration at having spent so much time in the same place trying to reach a goal but seemingly getting nowhere and feeling as if I were wasting my time. Thankfully, things are better now and I am closer than ever to achieving my dreams.
Seven years
Faded fantasies
Ashes of night
The deepest loneliness
A dream that took flight
I stand alone with myself
Trying to find my way out
Cycles, make themselves over,
From nothing
Day by day, cleaning
The leftovers from yesterday
Pain stabs in tender places
Inescapable, unwanted
The cycles that we are caught in
Time and again
Hope constantly remakes itself only to be shattered
Never heard are the truths that truly matter
I look outside and watch the years slide through my eyes
Seven slow and hopeless ones have already gone by
My mind reminds me that I am blessed
My heart remakes hope once more
In the light that fate may be kind to destiny
And perhaps I can catch the glow of something long wanted
Blissful ecstasy
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
