Ironic rhthym

by pratzZ   May 31, 2014


My thoughts push me to think more,
to go down the lane,
to sit and watch,
to plan those uncertain things,
which could never be sure.

will i learn the trick,
never taught.
will i win the battle,
never fought.
will i lose the life,
never gained.
will i break the silence,
never framed.

something gushed through my veins,
indicating to what i want to become,
though the assurity was never given,
as my life's fate is a fulcrum.

now i know what i would be,
not something that i could be.
rhythmless rhythms i often hear,
irony, is what makes it such "less"
but the "would" now i know,
is rhythm and clear.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Kia Calli

    I found this poem really interesting and i like the different rhythms in each stanza, good job!

    • 10 years ago

      by pratzZ

      Dat was mch of a great appreciation ... :) thnkss !!