Ode To My Fruitless Dreams
Date: January 6,2016
My pencil rattles, my passions scream
A recurring ode, to my fruitless dreams
Where fire and flames have long endured
Where reckless abandon is never cured
I walk that path, my soles wore thin
Dismissing the truth of all that's been
Forgetting the slights of yesterdays
Resurrecting desire from a pseudo blaze
The night is dark, and filled with trials
Still I venture on, in my denial
Convinced there's more than just a dream
More than a hoax or heartless scheme
A mockingbird sings high in the trees
Feeding the fire that burns in me
His voice rings clear across the land
A ruse to keep me close at hand
Then off he flies, his head held high
Not a second glance as he passes by
To another roost, he'll preen and shine
Forgetting all that he's left behind
I've waited long to know his rage
For the seeds I've sown, to come of age
I've braved the storms and winter's blow
Waiting for a chance, I'll never know
My pencil rattles, my passions scream
To shake me from this fruitless dream
To find the comfort that time destroyed
To find a way to fill the void.
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Copyright © 2016 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
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I would like to translate this poem
Leria, very nice, You already know the answer, Poetry can fill the void. I rate a 10