Cycle

A little something i wrote, while making a tough decision.

Stiff,

gazing at immovable objects.

Pushing tirelessly towards events in motion,

encased in the rigid cage of being.

Past passions,

rest insignificantly next to a shattered present.

Being eclipsed for so long glazes the eyes,

kills expressions of any kind.

A shift,

moving frozen fingers, cracking at every inch.

Darting pupils,

the borders of which illuminated by a roaring light.

Pigments kiss a coarse surface,

everything brushed back to life.

A set of reactions sparked by a thought overlooked.

The Future.

Author's Note

Again always up for criticism!

Reviews

[JuniperPearl]

I love this. I really cant find anything for 'constructive criticism'....I can just say what I loved:

"Past passions,
rest insignificantly next to a shattered present."

This speaks to me in so many ways. My mind is constantly moving and shifting and this line so aptly describes the leftover thoughts of all my yesterdays.

[Somebrownnerd]

Thank you for the review! To be honest this cycle occurs for me everyday. I have a bad habit of staying up until odd hours of the night, simply thinking. Often i become frustrated, and at loss for control, because of mistakes that have taken me to where i am. It's so easy to forget your accomplishments, and no task at all to analyze your mistakes. I finally force myself to look to future, and the things i can change, that's usually when i fall asleep. Again i really appreciate your review!

[JuniperPearl]

You're very welcome!!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I find this very interesting, and the images well done. The title indicates that at some point the whole process will begin again, and over and over.

"Past passions,
rest insignificantly next to a shattered present.
Being eclipsed for so long glazes the eyes,
kills expressions of any kind." This stanza stood out to me, especially the passions next to the present...I sat and thought about how true that is so often. In the times of sadness, defeat, frustration, pain...the past triumphs and sparks seem meaningless. Then, as you say, we catch a glimpse of light in the future and lift ourselves up again. Well done.

[Somebrownnerd]

Thank you for your comment! You have no idea how relieved i am that you understood what the poem meant. Sometimes i feel like my writing is to cryptic.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I enjoyed it. I like your work. :)