The stillness in moments of flow,
Myriads of dreams and goals,
Dying with no pints of hope,
Each sieving through holes.
The gift of time given to souls,
Served today, wanting tomorrow.
What is this life as a whole?
We're here today and gone tomorrow.
Listen my soul to my heart as it moans,
For which way to go, I do not know,
Give me a chance to give a go,
And await patiently the result with hope.
For talks of fame to you, a pseudo
Like a leaf without a petiole.
The path I choose to tread to a trove,
Blocked with your thoughts of no.
Leave me be, my soul.
For you have left me almost without hope,
Like a comely and beautiful rose,
That choose between thorns to grow.
Let me try to make you whole,
To make you as beautiful as Rome,
Breaching all your agreements with no,
You and Yes perfectly juxtaposed .
am3mm10@ptsolest
Nice. Your rhyming scheme was inconsistent throughout the piece though.
Okay sir. Thank you
am3mm10@ptsolest