When the faces here seem ugly, And my heart is heavy and tight, I reach inside, turn on that light, and the radiance spirits me away The rain at night, helps ease the fright, Of this melting life of gold False smiles all around Wicked thoughts abound and my friends slip away beneath Chaos, disorder, reveal a path A road never traveled stretches high and low From here it looms dark, and I don't yet know my part So I make it up as I go Just something I came up with just now. I really need to find a way back into my writing, I've gotten so rusty,.
Keep writing, this is a good start. I've been writing on and off for a couple of decades and have recently been on a two year binge and I can see the difference it's making. Writing is like a muscle and when you focus on it, it does improve. I enjoyed reading your poem. I like your title and the first three lines especially. Vetty
same here; great title and first three lines, and if this comes out of rustyness(<<<-- is that a legal word?) i am curious what comes out when the engine is olied.
Thanks for the feedback! I really appreciate it. I do need to write daily, and I'm going to make an attempt to do so for now on.
