Atop the ledge of confusion,
I sit strong to brood.
Falters and errors do contort
As so does this deviating mood.
Until the unachievable,
Most talked about impossibility.
We shall bleed.
And we shall die.
Before we know the world.
The monuments of glory,
The monuments of the sacrifice.
I engage myself in turbulence.
2 comments:
You know,
I like this Rhyming thing a lot!! It sounds really good!
A really nice simple poem with a deep meaning. I liked it:D!
Keep Insignia-ating (okay I shall stop the lameness)!!
Hmm.. I see a pattern in your poem titles..
1. Well?
2. Confined?
3. Peace?
Well, I like this poem. But I guess thats just my 'perception' :P
As Shalaka said, the rhyming scheme works well here. The first paragraph is the strongest. But I don't like the lines;
'We shall bleed.
And we shall die.
Before we know the world.'
I think you could've expressed that in a different way but I love the message you're trying to convey (Or the message I think you're trying to convey anyway :S) which is the inevitability of death?
Hmm.. the last line made me think.
Blog on!
=)
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