The Impetuous Sky

I can not turn,
my imperfection burns.
What does it want
me to earnestly learn?

Confiscate my pen,
I’ll just do it again.
Write until the end
right where I begin.

To learn these tears
so that I can bear
the ultimate pain
without a single care.

Grasping veins
pretend to sustain
from intoxication
flooding the brain.

Heavy weights
seem lighter in a fog.
Though conquering chaos
would serve a soul strong.

Constantly escaping
vests no fear,
standing to fight
clears those tears.

Knowing what is real
teaches us to feel
the correct emotions
that serve to heal.

Categories: Choices, Inner Thoughts, Journal

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5 replies

  1. a delightful read with poetry, using a point of view where someone was once. I enjoyed it.

    Liked by 1 person

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