Minefields

by Tim Fleckney   Mar 9, 2006


Sitting all alone amongst
The refuse of your life you
Ponder the futility of
Existence or is it the
Existence of futility?

Stumble through the minefields
Of shattered, forgotten
Dreams
Build your fortress on the
Bedrock of lust, rage, and
Tears using rough hewn
Timbres of anguish
That sprout forth from
Every scream swallowed and
Pushed down until you feared
That you would choke on
The bile of terror

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  • 18 years ago

    by The Wingless

    Your poems are awesome. They have such awesome imagery, and so many hidden meanings.

    Damn you, I will be thinking about this poem all day.

    Great job.

  • 18 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Tim
    Enjoyed this one alot. Very well done.

    Love Ann

  • 18 years ago

    by Cuddles

    WOW! The title caught my attention and I had to read it. It was defonotely worth it because this poem is amazing. Creative genius!

  • 18 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    Another awesome division of creativity! Your talent extends further than I could have even imagined. A great meaningful poem this is :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    Well, this is the last of yours for today. I must say, I did have fun reading. I will most likely be back to finish reading any other poems you have. This was a very good poem. I must say I liked your style. Beat poetry is my favourite, I have yet to write any, but one day I'll have my Bob Dylan playing and I will be writing. My stuff is just angst teenage poetry. Thanks for the great reads :)

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