Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Soul Searching

Tiptoeing through the fall
Tulips full bloom in the trees
A gentle breeze sings your name
An angel Heaven-sent
To test my resolve
To crack under pressure
To go farther into the uncharted depths
Insanity the only sane option left
In this world of norms and rules
I stand alone, outside, unused
What is the purpose?
What is my pain?

Copyright ©2002 NAO

Just felt like sharing a poem for some reason. I'm trying and failing to remember what exactly I was writing about in this poem so you could view this as an interesting project of trying to decipher the hidden meanings and all that. Mostly I think it was just random words that got strung together though. That's how most of my poetry works after all.

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