Routines

by Samantha Compton   Mar 1, 2006


This endless cycle goes around
Taunting me with out a sound,
A voice that screams into my mind
That existence is always blind.
A wandering force pulls us along
A path that winds through right and wrong,
We struggle just to comprehend
If there will ever be an end.

There must be more than all of this,
Somewhere a tiny fragment of bliss
Must be just beyond my reach
Beyond the stretch of words and speech

A flicker lies of better times,
A life that sooths your heart and mind,
A tiny hope of something new,
To throw your routine life askew.
Not that far away, it seems.
You'll only find it only in your dreams.

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  • 17 years ago

    by aUbReY mIcHeLlE

    Great poem
    5/5
    ~aubrey~

  • 18 years ago

    by TheWorldFellNUWerentThere

    5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Bloomed Rose

    It's about our life all right! Never stops!
    Thanks for commenting on mine!

  • 18 years ago

    by Chris Harding

    Another true and well written piece, if only dreams weren't so fickle eh? Like most things in this materialistic world - however, the one lucky thing about western society, is that unlike our brothers in deprived nations, at least we have a choice to attempt to live our dreams, if we work hard enough. That choice was given to us by fate, other's will never have that luck. Perhaps in our lifetime that might change, maybe humanity might learn some important lessons. It'd be nice wouldn't it. Well done again, kudos! :) x

  • 18 years ago

    by xXxDarkDreamerxXx

    HEY, YOU HAVE REAL TALENT KEEP IT UP AND THANKS FOR YOUR TIP!

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