Diminished
The search for quiet continued,
And I was failing.
As usual, my mind would lose
Its want when I needed
To have quiet more than ever.
What a loss I am having.
A loss of will,
Concentration, and focus.
I needed to
Find peace and solitude soon.
Every single one
Of my dumb
Dilemmas are haunting
The back of
My mind incessantly.
Things are becoming
Harder
To keep in order.
I seem
To be losing me.
All of my fears
Start
To become real.
I
Become nothing.
But then a new wave of inspiration hits me.
I find new life and purpose; new friends.
Nothing is the same, and everything is full
Of life and newness. My life has so
Improved that I now can continue to live on.
Now living with a purpose, I have the whole oyster.
Now nothing can get in my was as I
Go on my way. I find new life and purpose; new friends.
All of my fears become nothing. Things are
Becoming easier to keep in order. The end.
Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2008
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