PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There are suggestions flying around which allow 
for my heart to feel the inner demons released. 

And I am finding misery is just a word I have 
abandoned to the snowflakes of the morning. 

With careful eyes uncloaked I suppress the 
urge to flee from the sunlight gently grinning. 

Every pocket of belief is filled with binges 
of hope which are safely promised to bring 

the bright rays of early morning sunlight to 
whispers of crystal vision which I can fling 

at the doom of the past. There are thinly 
disguised practices of solitary rituals which 

celebrate themselves in races to the finish 
line of life. And within myself I oddly twitch 

with anticipation at what tomorrow will 
surrender. So without a feeling of scorn