Within to the End
Posted by CharlesJan 26
All around me, I find my influence,
Of all these things, I try to make sense,
Even in a perfect picture, of the perfect dawn,
It remains inside me, that which drives me on,
Never a complaint, nor the harshest scolding,
Could open my eyes to what my hands were holding,
And while I search for whom I want to be,
This self-realization has set me free.
2 comments
Comment by ChayNichole on February 5, 2010 at 12:19 PM
I like this. =)
It is short, but the point driven by the words don’t need excessive explanations.
Nicely written, Charles!
<3
Comment by Dustin on February 12, 2010 at 4:15 PM
This is almost two things at once to me, both intimate and religious, to a point… I’m not all that great at picking up on meanings, or words between words, for I am not the maker of such things, and cannot judge oa cration like that…. But I do like this work of literary art…
Awesome^_^
D-Ty