Matters of passion,
Escape to the sanity;
Thought it'll be infinity.
But, my compassion...
Felt lost in thy woods,
Forests of fears;
Oceans of tears.
What remains are goods...
I hood my eyes from turns,
I cover my face from living;
What will I do to stop greiving?
All I feel inside are the burns...
Will it ever go?
Should I end it?
Will I make it?
What should I do?
I will strive,
I will crave;
I will carve.
I will be brave.
I will create a path someway,
I will make it through my way;
I will not give up and go away.
I will do my passion anyway.
Through the lost I found light,
In forests I learnt the fight.
In the oceans I found the might;
From the darkness I boarded the flight.
Climbed my encouragement,
From my discouragement.
-Rose
Special dedication to SoweyellGCPD for suggesting the theme to this poem and for the undying support.
Thank you for always being there and for the suggestion - truly appreciate it.
This is a theme I haven't explored before and I loved writing it - though I'm not very confident with the way it turned out and would probably try again sometime.
Do let me know your thoughts on it. :)
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