I tore apart my dream one night,
An act of desperation,
I burned everything I saw,
Along with my creations,
Searching for an answer
In the depths beyond the known,
I found what I needed,
Now I'm sitting here alone
Making friends with all my demons,
Bringing balance to this soul,
There must be darkness with the light,
For one to feel whole.
A little nugget of a poem.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 4th Nov 2016 08:53
Hi Eric - really enjoyed this - great title and opening lines.
I wonder with the addition of or swapping round of a very few words it would flow a little better, as in
I found that what I needed
also, for me, the last line needs a little something more - and maybe use 'me' instead of 'one'.
anyways, just thoughts and with respect, Colin.
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M.C. Newberry
Sat 5th Nov 2016 13:50
I think W.E. Henley would have nodded in appreciation.
Speaking subjectively, I would've used "Consuming my creations" (first stanza) but the overall effect speaks
for itself. Good one!