THE CALL

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    THE CALL

    I was sitting alone thinking of the past
    And I know that things would  never last
    I've seen that the only constant thing in the world is change
    And it shows that time will have a sudden disarrange.

    I have met a  lot of changes in my so called life
    And these things pains me like a cut of a knife
    For most changes were impacts that held me down
    And my heart felt like it has a thorny crown.

    Somehow, these challenges I faced made my will stronger
    It had given me knowledge and made my patience longer
    But must I face these challenges 'till the day that I die?
    Or can I just ignore it, 'till I can't bare it and cry.

    There is this feeling that I have that I don't want to lose
    I'ts a feeling that HE gave me and I know I had to choose
    But what's the point of the choice of letting it go?
    When I surely know that with him I will grow.

    Is this another challenge that I must take?
    What scares me most is the price of the choice that I'll make
    But what ever it will be, I know that it's in range
    Because my choice is to love him and it will never change.

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    sensoul commented on THE CALL

    09-22-2009

    This feels like both a poem of pain, fear and yet also of love and uncertaintly before a choice is to be made. It has a very fine rhytm and rime, and the musings seem to stretch from the past into the present time where this choice is to be made. It sounds also like one knows not exactly what lies ahead, are there more challenges and or peace, yet sounds like love will prevail. A lovely poem.Sensoul

    akiemark28

    09/25/2009

    sensoul... thak you so much for the comment.. sorry if it got me this log before i could reply.. i was at work ad i got busy... anyways.. thanx... : )

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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