Challenge Yourself
By Fox-Trot-9
42: Mother to Daughter
(Couplets w/ Refrain)
How often do I dwell on these delusions
Of grandeur? Such becomes these vile illusions
When I become enchanted by each word
And rhyme I write, as if no one has heard
The rolling music of recited verse,
As if my words create a universe
Of color in this sterile world called life,
A life of pain and unremitting strife
In me.
But in this world I see with weary eyes,
Perceiving broken promises and lies
That masquerade as honesty and truth,
It is the young, blooming in vital youth,
Who break these sterile chains of silent sorrow,
Whose smiles bring back the promise of tomorrow,
Who give new force to old and waning rhyme,
Who give new hours of hope to fill the time
For me.
For time is all I have to fill these hours
That once were sweet, that once were yours and ours
To share beneath a roof of certainties,
Now broken down with sharp impunities,
So ripped apart with blades of bastard fate,
But now's the time to set the record straight;
You bring about the child that was in me,
The child I used to hold, the child I used to see
In you.
(To be continued...)
A/N: I finally got something written after a crapload of schoolwork for the past few weeks... I'm taking a few pointers from old-man Alfred Tennyson for this one, at least with the form of the poem, maybe... Hopefully... ( <_< )
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Challenge Yourself
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