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Years
Stacked up
Sentinel like
A wall of defeat
On every side
Watching
Me
Microscopic me
Dictated to by giants
Running
The mouse on the wheel
No destination
A thirty year chasm is inside me
Ever famished
Its mouth is wide open
Wanting my surrender
Waiting for dominance
But......
A tiny crack has shown up
In the dam that holds back my future
Tiny
Yet significant
My vision is fixed
I had to read it three times to fully appreciate the metaphors, and then it became a fine poem. IMO, the reader doesn't need to know what your vision is - it is yours only, and the poem is about the realization that you have one.
Nice one John. But what is your vision fixed on?
Love it! Many of us have been on that wheel John - and when you look back, it seems inconceivable that you ran for so long xx
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Richard
Fri 11th Oct 2013 15:44
I know you better than most john and now I think I get your poetry and truly see your direction at long last :)