Eruption of self

by beav   Feb 21, 2007


I am becoming.
i can feel it welling up inside.
saturated with anticipation.
a mass of restless neurotic commotion.
hoping age has brought greater understanding. hoping time has forced objective perception. telegraphed symptoms of the
impending rush rouse the soul.
in the face of the soul there is
doubt, apprehension, fearfulness, a rage. dastardly characteristics of discrediting the self. trying to ostracize the relentless
demons of the mind.
trying to to gather an
undiluted image of the self.
attempting to recall the trust
that was once present.
relying on the memory of the heart to find desire, esteem, assurance, an energy.
traits of the self, long lost or mislaid.
faded but not forgotten.
yearning for the revelation of the self-
new and valid.
waiting for the moment of ignition,
when the pin hits the primer.
the upheaval of the self becomes the now.
i feel it- and i am becoming.

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  • 17 years ago

    by shawn hoskins

    Another great poem very well worded 5/5 your very talented

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    by CY GINDLE

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    by CY GINDLE

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  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

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