Determining our Future
Everyone is soaring far ahead,
With dreams, expectations and goals.
I feel like the living dead,
Dragging nothing but my heavy soul.
I look ahead in hope,
Hoping to see some glint of a dream,
A dream capable of being achieved.
A dream of nothing other than what I can be.
The memories I once had,
Of smiles and great cheer,
Have now been overclouded,
With grief and awareness of a future so unclear.
I want to be like everyone else,
Seemingly so certain and sure,
Yet I still remain in objection to changing everything about myself,
To ensure I remain pure.
Evelyn Wong~Ocean Lover
P.S. The first half of the post would differ greatly from the second half due to having been written 3 months apart. Reading back the first half that had been left isolated in my draft box left me quite stunned at how I wrote it. It couldn't half gotten any better than that. However, unfortunately, the mood I had then is now, as likely as it were to be, lost from the moment and I didn't have the heart to deliberately make a longer and forced ending. Poetry shouldn't be done that way as it should come at the spurr of the moment where all feelings are fresh and anew.
With dreams, expectations and goals.
I feel like the living dead,
Dragging nothing but my heavy soul.
I look ahead in hope,
Hoping to see some glint of a dream,
A dream capable of being achieved.
A dream of nothing other than what I can be.
The memories I once had,
Of smiles and great cheer,
Have now been overclouded,
With grief and awareness of a future so unclear.
I want to be like everyone else,
Seemingly so certain and sure,
Yet I still remain in objection to changing everything about myself,
To ensure I remain pure.
Evelyn Wong~Ocean Lover
P.S. The first half of the post would differ greatly from the second half due to having been written 3 months apart. Reading back the first half that had been left isolated in my draft box left me quite stunned at how I wrote it. It couldn't half gotten any better than that. However, unfortunately, the mood I had then is now, as likely as it were to be, lost from the moment and I didn't have the heart to deliberately make a longer and forced ending. Poetry shouldn't be done that way as it should come at the spurr of the moment where all feelings are fresh and anew.
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