I’ve always loved writing, so I thought I’d share all of my documented pieces. Some finished,some unfinished and some making no sense at all.
It’s always hard to appreciate your work, but I’d say the poem I featuring below is one of my favourite pieces, it’s unfinished but I have seemed to always have been intrigued as to where it could have gone.
Dreams and Reality (2015)
The battle rages, your last soldier falls
Nothing stands between us and me penetrating your walls,
but, I stopped at the sight of her…
Suspended in the nautical twilight, like a Waning moon
For she was the sun, and I was a flower, freshly bloomed.
The air was heavy, the night was expiring and then I heard faint sounds.
It was sounds of lips opening and closing, she asked me …
“Is this a dream, or is this reality .. ?”
I stand confused and baffled in the similarities,
I soon gather myself and finally vision the clarity
In what seems a dream but really is my reality
It was a feeling I have always feared
the difference between all things bright
and knowing the stars may not be chandeliers
the difference between the moon and sun
have all become clear like two minus one.
seasons passed, leaves had fallen
I’ll continue this poem, I never would have called it
Now as I transition to autumn,