My mind is suspended in a restless place
Urging creativity to author a dreamt-of world
Caught between sleep and an open-eyed whirl
Where many an idea stokes weary thoughts
Reviving their energy in seaming unfinished plots
Hounded with the notion of no accessible conduit
Foiling a foolish pursuit in unleashing an intricate imagination
Laying in a darkened-riddled room of half-finished visions
Praying sleep will subdue desires wrestling about
Taunting the revival of infinite questions
Eagerly attesting to the validity of all doubt
Creativity defiantly emerges in this presence hereabout
Insisting artistry is worth clamoring
Against a haze of uncertainty
For our greatest opponent
Truly lies in disbelief
Devouring the possibility
In everything we almost dare dream
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To Hope with the Depressed
PoetryA compilation of poems stemming from times of darkness. For it's only in the dark when you truly appreciate the flicker of light, and that light is the glimmer of hope in the midst of our hurts. Hello, dear readers! As a general overlook, in this...
