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
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