Victim of Reality

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    Victim of Reality

    Victim of Reality

    Waiting, longing for the fruition,
    Always knowing sins conditions.
    I’m a victim of my fantasy,
    Now that its been slain by reality.

    For way too long this thing I hoped,
    My heart and soul for this I groped.
    I waited patiently in the wings,
    Never a funeral dirge did I sing.

    I never wanted to see the fall,
    The shortcomings I knew them all.
    But I never let my heart ponder,
    That one might yet ascend up yonder.

    And when my harsh surmise,
    Bore fruit much to my surprise.
    I then knew I was cruelly fated,
    To become the thing I hated.

     

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    origionalmerlin commented on Victim of Reality

    07-10-2009

    real and brutal, stark and wonderful in its capture of a feeling and a human moment. well said!
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    Liam

    07/10/2009

    Thank you. Sadly it seems the only way to express these deep feelings is to live them.

    mistynites26 commented on Victim of Reality

    07-08-2009

    WOW!!! i like this one rather deep compared with my own works. Puts a swing on things.
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    Liam

    07/08/2009

    Thank you for your kind words. This poem came to me the night my fantasy was shot down by a reality. That reality was that I could never hve the one I had waited years for. I sent in another poem called 'Scullery Maid'. It is a mixture of my sailing experiences and the people who who used the sea as an escape. Only to find they can't run from themselves. Again, thank you for your kind response. I read some of your work. There is a very sad undertone to the ones I read. Ones of loneliness and lowly self images. From your picture I only see a pretty young lady who projects the image of 'I'm not good enough', but your writing says you are very good and reflect a deep inner soul. Keep writing! Liam

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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