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Elusive Dream
He writes of things that don’t often matter
in his mind is a world that can’t get much sadder
often misunderstood, seldom seen
known he should, happiness was an elusive dream
Minutes turn to hours, months turn to years
present the past sours, validating his fears
loneliness looms, awaits him in minds darkened rooms
Premature gray, has had it’s say, from many troubled moons
He covets his bright spots, keeps them safe and sound
tucked away, he cherishes them each day
rejoices each reflective one, like a treasure he suddenly found
Absurdity of perception, others harbored notions ill conceived
finds him in state of perplextion, at what they truly believe
Still, he utters no debate, let’s them think and believe what they will
he harbors no anger, they are in no danger, of knowing what he truly feels
For silence has become his virtue, and strong stone, his wall is high
love he will continue, if only shared in poem venue,
or a whisper, from his lips, toward the heavenly sky
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
12/27/01
I really like this because though the person in question in the poem, at least according to my own interpretation has ideas and thoughts though not vocalized, he or she is passive in evoking any turmoil by voicing that opion and rather reflect on the good and beautiful which can be demonstrated in written poetry. I too, many times keep things to myself though at points in the written word will express them even if negative because I feel it needs to be said.This piece struck a nerve with me and I really like it. Keep up the good work!
very intriguing....