tell me what you think

Always​

Like the arms on a clock,​

my life goes round an round.​

no way out,​

no serenity.​

the glimpse for hope always in sight,​

but the freedom must be a mirage.​

unable to grasp,​

countless times​

always the same result​

close my eyes an visions of beauty​

consumes my thoughts.​

A world never to be left, ​

with my eyes always open,​

realizing this is my hell.​

in which the clock,​

Never,​

Stops!​

​

*measa*o5​

 

Cheers!!!!!!

 

Thank-you

 

check out the nonsense I just smoked...thc poetry...lol

 

good job brother

 

I think those are some beautiful words that must come from one beautiful guy with a beautiful mind and soul!

 

loved this i'm not sure if my poetry is good enough to get posted here.. we'll see..keep on writing love your stuff

 

I'm a little confused by the piece but I do like the effort to extend the clock as the key metaphor here. That's a skill in itself. Write on!

 

thank-you all

i will put up some more today

again thank-you

 

wow that is really good. Great job. You are very talented.