Your body has grown frail, yet unchanged is your soul
I cannot feel any of the ailes that in detail you have told
I hold plenty of my own, yet they differ gradually in tone
I weep not despite the reasons that you readily stated
I see not one season where your legacy is tainted
Fight demons whether or not it is steadily raining
While I sit complacent, through your trials and tribulations
I weep not, for this pain of yours, I was chosen to see it
Yet I fret just like the rest, I have moments of weakness
One day it will come, I sense the flows of the streams and
Even then, my perception of you won't go off the deep end
I weep not, but I cannot visualize how I will feel when I do
You gave me the gift of life so this I write, revealing the truth
Along with the freedom to speak on my feelings and views
When it comes to reaching your peak, the ceiling is huge
I weep not, but when you go just know thy cells split anew
As your spirit breaks out of its confines, I see myself in you
YOU ARE READING
Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
