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Author Name: FreeEyeSeeAll 5 Comments
Date Added: September 18, 2006 20:09:21 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Crippling Comfort
Soaked in tears by my bleeding quill
my dreams exceed my lazy will
Good intentions scattered about
kept at bay by fear and doubt
Because my eyes refuse to see
potential’s caged inside of me
Overcome by fast spilling sands
stars now evade my grasping hands
My mind envisions better days
yet I find comfort in malaise
The person that I wish to be
stares from each reflection I see
Safe behind a veil of deceit
shame consumes me when our eyes meet
Unfulfilled goals my gilded frame
Failure’s become my claim to fame
Rainbow colors blended to brown
I am the weight holding me down

This is not where I want to be…
Mired in mediocrity
Author's Notes:
I feel as if I am caught in a rut. Kept here by a false sense of security and comfort. I want so much more for myself, yet I lack the umph needed to follow through and work towards making my dreams reality. Identifying the flaw and working towards fixing it are two totally seperate things!!
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Comment By: FreeMichael on October 8, 2006 01:14:55 AM Report
Thoughtful, introspective and knitted together very nicely, indeed! Everything has its own perspective: Your rut could well be "The top of the world for another".I sense that you have very high standards set for yourself and that is just fine.  Someone wise once said, "If our reach did not exceed our grasp, then what would stars be for?". Be well, Michael
Comment By: FreeAngelique on September 19, 2006 06:10:06 PM Report
"I am the weight holding me down" What a powerful thing to realize and admit to.  You are right about identifying and working towards fixing it being two seperate things. Though one step at a time makes a journey. Identifying (step one) see your already on your way!

I thought this was a beautiful write.

Comment By: AdminRichardM on September 18, 2006 11:19:34 PM Report

Good verse, I agree! Flows very well, honest and open. Try taking a few of the "me" words out, and it's even stronger. Thanks for sharing! Rich

Comment By: FreeChristin Mowery on September 18, 2006 10:53:57 PM Report
I can certainly understand what you are feeling. Check my poem out "Fragments of a Dream". It appears we have felt the same way. This is a great poem. I love the rhythm and rhyme.

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on September 18, 2006 09:00:29 PM Report
Well, the 'rut' isn't keeping you from writing good verse.  Keep it coming.


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