With reality - can’t tell them apart,
Just as life begins to seem perfect,
Gnawing uncertainties begin to affect,
Its share of sorrows, life snares,
Anger and disappointment then flares,
Scary thoughts cradled in my heart,
With reality - can’t tell them apart!
Style of poetry: Octelle
This is so true - just as we begin to understand; confusion takes over!
ReplyDeleteA universal message that speaks to us all. Well done.
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Not a big fan of rhyming poetry.
ReplyDeleteHowever, your poem was good enough to overcome that. Well done!
Yes, our uncertainties always gnaw away at us...loved this, and could certainly relate!
ReplyDeleteWe don't seem to trust happiness. My mother used to call it "waiting for the other shoe to drop". I like this portrayal of that.
ReplyDeleteHow true! We just have to learn to hold on to the happiness and nurture it through the saddness!
ReplyDeletenice work!
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteI like the repetition in the beginning and the end. Your poem does tell a common tale and so well told.
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Very well said
ReplyDeleteGood work incorporating the words into your poem. (And than you for your comments on my own.)
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Love the singy songy way this goes...
ReplyDeleteNice and flowing :)
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It speaks directly to me tonight. Very strong work. Good night~
ReplyDeleteSo true! Why is it so much easier to trust in the bad than the good? Or to tell the difference between fantasy and reality?
ReplyDeletepoetry is always a struggle for me. I always appreciate those who have a knack for it and you, dear one, certainly have a knack!
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Fear and confusion is expressed beautifully.
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ReplyDeletereality mixed in with illusions, how perfectly you have defined the frame of mind ...lovely..
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