I, Exasperated Poem by Sayaa Uchii
I, Exasperated
The terrible deity, the wind, hurling all that
Was cared for. The cruelty of fate separates and
Shreds all that was loved; or hated.
Love, the Janus heart, the frivolous youth
Or, the sagacious senility. One hand
Holding the blue rose, and the other holding
A skull.
The turbulence shakes the sound minds and
Desiccates the soul in exchanged for
A singular moment of glory
and bliss.
i stumbled upon your poem doing research for the novel i am writing, and was and still am blown away by how much the theme of your piece 'I, exasperated' mirrors what i am trying to put down throughout the course of my book. whilst not believing in fate i am drawn to the sugestion that i was meant to discover your poem and would like to thank you for inspiring me to keep plodding on at a time where i felt i could no longer. Thank you, sincerely Adam James Ward.
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4/23/2024 3:45:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Adam, Thank you very much for your comment. I am very happy that my poem became a source of your inspiration. Your words maybe a sign (since you mentioned fate) that I should start writing again. Thank you once again!