For frustrations creep in slowly in the silence,
and the soft hum of the room disturbs the balance
of my tired mind. My eyes are empty islands
on vacation with a hammock and the garlands
of sweet flowers 'round our necks. My defiance
to defeat is like fighting against giants.
Still I forge ahead for failure is no choice,
I will shout and sing until I lose my voice,
I will write - and every poetry or prose,
will reflect the truth, my happiness, my woes.
And I sit here with my hands upon my face,
for my heart is lonely, longing your embrace.
Must this distance be a harsh neccesitation?
In my room I sit alone in contemplation.
-reyjr
This is the first ever "serious" poem I
The wonderful painting above can be found here: Paragon Fine Art - Stephanie Clair and is called "A MOMENT OF CONTEMPLATION"
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