It begins.
It’s the Solitude that keeps everything apart.
It grows.
It’s the Fear that keeps the brave from fighting.
It spreads.
It’s the Lonliness that keeps man from knowing.
It dominates.
It’s the Want that keeps man in the past.
Futile are the ways of man and his dawning.
Patterned are his mistakes through time and space.
His trials are endless,
And his memories are plentyful.
Destruction follows the will of Hopelessness.
The Future is written by the hands of Willingness.
Each Memory is forged by the craftiness of Events,
And Words are sounds until understood by the Ear.
Author notes
umm....this poem is really wierd. i got bored and so i decided that i really wanted to write about something random.....hope that it's even worth looking at...please read it and give me lots of feedback....i think i may want to improve on this piece and make it one of my new poems in the future!!
please, and thank you
Sachiro ^^
umm, is this even good at all?
Comments
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I actually really like this. I thought it built up really nicely to it's end. It's a bunch of good, interesting thoughts put together. I like that. And I like the spacing and structure. I thought this was pretty cool. Worth the read.
Keep writing,
Adie
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