Breeze Feel Beyond Cries Nd Belief

poem by: renea never knows what hits you until it hurts

Blocked from passion

          Deprived of inspiration

Lack communication 

         Felt sour air, sense never 

Portrayed sweet, deceived 

Roll over ball, keep pushin

      Dejection, angst, nauseated

Two way mirror, who there?

   Softening of the brain, petrified 

Outwit, torn open , mourn 

    Turned around, transfix 

Blubber, ¨fooled me you have¨

  Thought of dead and buried 

    (fear of the life that couldn't get finished living)

Substitute for other past, mourn 

   Out like this, should i not atone 

¨ O heavenly father life as i should have

 known was not my own trust gave easily took

For granted i blinded myself to the fact I , 

Who is me I wish to atone.¨

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the blubber part reminded me of Moby Dick and Ahab's relentless quest...
which in the end, he must have regretted with his last breath.
and I am reminded of the chorus in Oedipus Rex speaking of how man on his death, basically hopes to have an even ledger.
Interesting poem...
j.

[renea]

😊I thank you for the interest