I fear my dreams will never meet my expectations
Who am I without purpose? and what's purpose without a path to
Embody.
Does a soul know its destiny before the carrier is corrupted with malady
The unusual insanity of grasping on mutual sanity.
Why am I a victim of pain? Will the sun still set just after its tears have
Reigned.
My heart credits its own failure
My thoughts cremate each other till there's dreadful silence.
I'm oblivion to the fact that death is part of me
What's there to rescue if I've already drowned inside?
I'm trying to reconstruct destruction
The only alter of hope left in me does not function.
I walk narrow headed a path that walks itself
I see nothing but misplaced destiny fulfilling itself.
I conquer defeat that was brought to its knees
A slave to my own freedom of truth
Caved in my own tunnel of trauma.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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This was so profound and poignant! Loved your poem!