| Looking for some opinions on my poem
Quote:
A slave to emotion
Haunted by grief and confusion
He wavers
Like a cat in the night
Deviates and hides
His objectives unclear to all
He observes
Waits
Patiently
and waits some more
Alone in thought
Isolated in soul
He does not act
Nor speak out
The moment passes
The balloon shrinks
His love, ambition and honesty crushed by mere coin
The death of a notion
The door is shut
And will remain
Such a shame
Such a shame.
| What do you think? Please, be painfully honest, I desire nothing more than to know what people truely think. This is in continuation of my 'emotional education'. Having loved and lost, I feel a profound need to create things in order to remain peaceful and productive. I also feel that science without appreciation of art is nothing more than mere labour, which is why I'am doing my best to stay in touch with the other side of my brain.
The more painless an exercise, the more likely you are of doing it. The more painful an exercise, the more likely you are of learning from it. |