Silence surrounds me
as the black of night
folds my eyes swiftly,
sending me into a
darker room still.
These things do not last
for the sun always rises
to bring the next day
and all its work undone
to fill my hours with
many mundane things
of which I must do
or suffer consequences.
But, I am a free spirit
and to do these things
I must want it more
than the food on my plate
or the clothes on my back
or all the things that
supposedly belong to me.
But I am faintly here
and I am faintly there
forever restless
forever dreamless
until my passions
are no longer dreams
but have become my life.
Only then will I be more
than a faint light.
Only then will I be more
who I was made to be.
Only then will I be more
than faintly here
or faintly there.
I will be more
alive.
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Lemons and Limes
RandomPoems that are sweet or sour. Once I reach 100 poems, I will be done with this album. Follow along in the count, read my poems to experience first hand a poet's improvement, or just read some poems for your enjoyment. As I always say, "Enjoy!"
