Dylan Dowrick

Rookie (12/01/94 / Ishpeming)

Chances - Poem by Dylan Dowrick

And of dreams we come.

Reconnaissance, dust.

Weakness is for the strong,
and vulnerability is for the tired.

Holes in head, heart, and spirit,
pain in my legs, they run thin on blood,
they run fast on passion.

I go forever, I walk relentless.

The sunset is a mark,
a mark of the journey worth taking,
the accomplishment worth reaching for,
the games never played,
the friends never ‘hey’-ed,
the love never saved.

The sandman goes to bed,
the reaper dies in his sleep.


Comments about Chances by Dylan Dowrick

  • Ramesh Rai (1/24/2012 6:04:00 AM)


    a fantastic poem. nice imagination (Report) Reply

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  • Vipins Puthooran (12/25/2011 1:23:00 PM)


    The reaper dies in his sleep/ a good poem (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2011 11:21:00 PM)


    This poem is creative and very deep in emotion. Very good poem, I voted 10 :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 15, 2011


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