The Writer In Me Wants You To Know

The feeling of emotion is the beginning of dreams The search for the meaning of emotion is their end As they overlap seamlessly at the edge of my twilight time My mind starts to sink in dusky obscurity, unexpressed. After the futile walk through the miasmic day The contours of the meandering garden path I’ve lost Look now for a hand to guide and show me the way To the unknown road destiny has paved, untraveled. When the day’s last sunray begins to flash past me Time turns to wasteland where my shadow lengthens Falling on the frail footprints buried under the dust While the road to the future fades away, uncharted. In the cycles of good times and bad times I perceive The cross-currents of contrast in skeptic mind’s confusion That clears as the mist of ancient foreboding lifts I discover a new trail laid down for me, undepressed. The life story I write in time's tome of flowing continuum Challenges me with dejection at the end of a sad chapter To choose if I’ll keep on writing or close the yellow notebook But the inner impulse inspires me to continue and be a writer. Getting past the crossroads of degrading self-disregard And after the afflicting shroud of aloneness silently crumbles In the domain of dreams I write the last chapter of my life book I’ll dedicate to you, the writer in me wants you to know. August 4, 2021 Contest : The Writer In Me Wants You To Know Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose