Measuring One's Thoughts
With strong hands resting
on sharp rocks, I stare afar
intrigued by silence...
I seem disenchanted
by what reality conveys
through its mystery...
Fear is a lament,
a remote voice never heard;
a lark's joyless shrill...
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Michael J. Falotico's
contest, " Your Thoughts "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment