Reality?
My eyes, they seek reality
I'm standin in the rain
My tears fall softly
Does no one feel this pain?
But a new flame is born
it gives me shelter from this storm
and why cant you see
whats happened to me
I'm twisted and torn
my eyes seek reality
my hands dont feel the same
my heart was an open book
now tightly shut once again
and the watch fire is warm
you know it means us no harm
the problem with me
is i have to be free
but i want you more
my mind has glimpsed eternity
my voice is too numb to speak
my bones are frail and aching
my soul is much too weak
and the fire's gone cold
i know the night's grown too old
and i'm dying of fright
on this lonely night
i'm left on my own
Labels: Alan Clancy

1 Comments:
This poem has a very strong sense of rhythm and rhyme. The rhythm is key here, and I like that. My favorite line is, "and the watch fire is warm/ you know it means us no harm." The poem has a kind of sad overtone, but there are little hopeful glimmers, and I like that about it. Let's see some ninja turtles!
-Susie
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