The harsh reality
of this moment
have kept me
on a waste land
I'm now a dune
complex
left in a
landscape
a myriad of thoughts
piercing through
my burdened soul
my hopes are
punctured
my vivid dreams
now a futile pleasure
I had envisioned
the admiring glances
in the near future
that I would be a
pathfinder whose
legacy shall stand
the taste of time
but this harsh
times have crossed
a rubicon now
I'm the haunted horse
seeking a way out
and recuperate
taste again
the sweet
side of life
©® Onyinyechi Cosmos Etu
Comments
dear Onyinyechi,
your poem is powerful with stimulating imagery. I love it!
*hugs, Cat
Oh wow!
Much appreciated for the read.
.
in a relook,
in this line: The (hash) reality change (harsh) for hash (in two places)
I really like these lines:
seeking a way out
and recuperate
taste again
the sweet
side of life
*hugs, Cat
Ok!
Thanks for the review.
.