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My first contribution, a beginner's poem exploring the intimidating nature of writing. |
| An Expression The vastness claws this stooping mind For such light that shines to blind Emitted at that genius of others Struggling for voice, my own words to find. And fear, and fear, it strikes the heart For nought of whimper, nor fitful start Finds its way to this hateful page And a destiny, through doubt is torn apart. Death over life we may choose When as mortal wound we see this bruise But defeat it cannot be For denial of self, is to lose. And so it is, this chorus of light Should give the fledgling purpose of flight Not to the shadows of the cowed But those airy lofts of intangible height. Desolation bespeaks, though it perverse Of words and pages, the solemn verse Of hope, of love and life to be The magnificent, eternal universe. |