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Where now?
Where is my yellow brick road?
My trail of bread?
Or writing in the sand?
Where is my guiding light?
My star?
Or friend to hold my hand?
Where is my flashing neon sign?
My flare?
Or map to find my way?
Where is my courage?
My belief?
Or the instinct of yesterday?
There was clarity in my future
But time has sipped it all.
Mirrors placed around me,
Echoing my fall.
You really are alone in life,
I feel I will die on my sword,
But I will do it on my time,
And of my own accord.
My trail of bread?
Or writing in the sand?
Where is my guiding light?
My star?
Or friend to hold my hand?
Where is my flashing neon sign?
My flare?
Or map to find my way?
Where is my courage?
My belief?
Or the instinct of yesterday?
There was clarity in my future
But time has sipped it all.
Mirrors placed around me,
Echoing my fall.
You really are alone in life,
I feel I will die on my sword,
But I will do it on my time,
And of my own accord.
Published 11th Dec 2009
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11th Dec 2009 2:23am
I love it.
the flow of the rhyme, but especially the final stanza
"But I will do it on my time,
And of my own accord."
The way it should be
the flow of the rhyme, but especially the final stanza
"But I will do it on my time,
And of my own accord."
The way it should be
11th Dec 2009 4:03am
Yes, we enter this world on our own (twins excepted) and that's how we leave. Thanks Mo57 - particularly for your conclusion.
19th Dec 2010 12:42pm
Unlike the previous comments, I see this poem reflecting a disappointment with life, "there was clarity in my future, but time has sipped it all."
I think this is a good poem, but could be a great one, perhaps along the lines of someone doing all the right things but still never getting the prize, the accolades, the neon light, and perhaps now too tired to go on and death is knocking on the door.
I think this is a good poem, but could be a great one, perhaps along the lines of someone doing all the right things but still never getting the prize, the accolades, the neon light, and perhaps now too tired to go on and death is knocking on the door.
10th Aug 2011 00:16am
