Why does it feel as though
I'm writing the same words
Over and
Over again?
Why are my feelings
Circling around
The future, the now
Same as then?
Why does it seem as though
My story is stuck
Glued to the very
Same spot?
Wishing for change
A new fork in the road
Wishing for
Something I'm not?
All rights reserved. Nom 3rd July 2012.
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Life's a mystery.
{bit abstract...} Sometimes Stuck On the cusp of reality. Wondering Pondering My state of Mortality.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, December 12, 2012. Today I was unfortunately reminded about a remark I made a few years back whose long shadow finally caught up with me.
Happy New Year Opussians.
In my black hole of existence, I sit here mortally wounded. I've always had resistance, But something has consumed it. In my black hole of existence, I sit here mentally blocked.
Opuss is my place to express my feelings. Not my place to exchange gossip or dirty dealings. Not taking sides or commenting on rumour. Keep doing what I'm doing. With sensitivity and humour.
Surely there is more then this.
Far too long pretending it wasn't wrong. Far too much being used as a crutch. Far from good,far from what it should. Far away is where my mind tended to sway. Far we have come but the end had begun.
I feel a little lost As if I'm out of touch Slightly overwhelmed Everything's too much I feel a little awed Surrounded by the greats A tiny little figure Upon whom I wait I feel a little tired My...
We all can feel like that at times my lovely...sometimes inspiration or things happen that can bring back that elusive mojo!!😘😘
Love the arrangement of this one. The questioning of ourselves is something inherent to our nature, I believe 😔😌
@Fly10 interesting! Thanks for commenting on the arrangement, I've noticed that too many of my poems are in the same format/rhyme pattern.
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