'Insanity' Poem by Rachelle Paderos
'Insanity'
The walking silhouettes, the cry of the unborn, the fear of the fearless, keep knocking on my door.
The silent whisper of the wind, the dolorous sky, The withering flower, The darkest hour.
The day and night,
The stellar light, your demented thought, fastened and wrought.
Beautiful depiction of wayward thoughts which imports great fear into the spine of a troubled mind, well articulated and insightfully penned in elegant diction with conviction. Fear is a bunch of sinister shadows. A shadow has no substance, is usually only a magnified reflection of something small. Thanks why whenever fear is faced squarely, we usually find it inconsequential. Lovely poem nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing Rachelle. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.
Interesting. Nicely written. I think simíar things knock on my door... Lovely picture.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Write comment. Great start, Rachelle. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks