A race against the inclination
Time-honoured hands hold with frustration
The note which reads your heart aloud
The darker thoughts leave you not proud
Smile or frown, both are upside-down
Expressions become the world's new clown
Truth in writing obfuscated
Meaning loved but reason hated
The waiting game too often played
A shadow ignored, a guilt displayed
The benefit seen by a mere few
From the concoction that they brew
A withering hope left to rot
A story untold and tied in a knot
To make it back from the brink
Only to be the one to sit and think
Is it beneficial? How do you know?
Is it expedient, in the back row?
Is it intelligent, this grand design?
Is it beneficial? If it isn't, then fine.
YOU ARE READING
roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
