• Inner Self


    I, the unclear waters inert above the falls,

    you, the hardened stone of the cliff-side,

    over time I pull away isolated by my pride,

    my inevitable end at your base calls.


    A headlong rush running out of control,

    in murky depths lay my tortured soul,

    black silt of sorrow pours into an open hole.

    Sharp stones of the past ripping into exposed belly,

    polishing the shards of a broken history smoothly,

    sliding across the shiny glass of loss I sprint forward,

    desperate to embrace the pain at the end of the flood.

    Helplessly cascading over the brink “oblivion” I sigh,

    broken on your shores I become a spray of hope and cry,

    my pain courses over your firmness we are changed, mollified,

    taking part of you into new calm waters we lie at rest, purified.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    kalel’s Poems (28)

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    I Have No Cheese: An Ode to the Lactose Intolerance. 0
    I will Not be Defeated 0
    Death, Repression and the Pursuit of Misery 0
    First Light 0
    The Pity of The Meek 0
    Depression 0
    WHY! 0
    Who's Running the Human Race 2
    Live the Illusion 0
    Invisible Children 0
    My Muse is Pissing me Off 2
    Not a Day Goes By 1
    Bitter Pill 3
    Self explanitory 1
    Killer Robots and Romance 1
    Fear 1
    How Much I Need You 1
    Without You 0
    Purified 0
    When We Were Children 1
    They Fell (September 11th) 0
    Release 1
    Like the Dying of Stars 2
    After you are Gone 2
    Drift Wood 1
    Your Choice 2
    Swimming Lessons 2
    Promise 2