Dylan Dowrick

Rookie (12/01/94 / Ishpeming)

At Last, I Stand - Poem by Dylan Dowrick

In the dawn of our disciple,
in the midst of our wake,
I find it hard to suffer,
for an inconceivable stake.

Yet, in the hours of conception,
my mind is crazed, inception,
like the start of something new,
my life is in graduation.

Passersby, will never see,
a slightly jealous man,
but only as you see me,
but here, yes here,
At last, I am.
At last... I stand.

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Comments about At Last, I Stand by Dylan Dowrick

  • Rookie - 62 Points Kaio Clark (9/5/2011 9:32:00 PM)

    Im surprised on the ratings, its a decent poem with some good selection of metaphors. Well done (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 10, 2011


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