Anyways, I have a poem and would like people to tell me what they think of it, blah blah blah. You know the story already. And also, tell me if this is considered emo, because I'm not emo, and thus that would be...bad.
I remember when I was young
Unburdened by doubt, unfettered by thought
Swiftly, to my fate I did run
That purpose which by my soft hands was wrought
A cherubic face, a Arcadian place
To look back on it within the prospect of time
What seemed a century is merely years
Skin upon the cold glass, tempered and polished
What once was a soft hand is much the same
What once was a young face, only a few years further
Eyes not washed over with the dullness of age
Sight worn but not taken completely from before me
And yet how shriveled a presence, a dreaded wight
Does the mirror reflect in the form of my visage!
A tired, aimless, broken cadaver gazes back at me,
Aged below the serene surface, time passing
Outside of time. Within, furious hurricanes
Of sand and vapor, tempestuous rages of
Bitter feeling and aching, wore away
At the soft, frail walls of flesh.
Naught is left but the hollow husk.
The venerable oak, silent.
No mention of its passing.
Added after 1 hours:
Wow, I didn't think it was that bad. XD
I don't consider myself much of a poet.
Last edited by Cascade
on Sat Jun 04, 2005 6:00 pm, edited 1 time in total.