POEM SERIES #1.
A sound sleep after crossing the line.
Perseverance, the secret, a key.
On this long voyage
As old as time.
An ongoing course with both origin and end.
This river, where the waves
Are forever in tranquility or disarray.
Its sweet waters
Like a comforting embrace.
And bitter flows
A fatal contagion.
A quest, race, test.
For survival, for rest.
And I too have been in this long race
Since I was first brought forth
Under the crimson morn.
Alone on my raft.
My only comrade, a golden compass.
The masses have different vessels from one another
And get capsized offentimes.
Some fade away or wander by the river bank.
This voyagers set out but never cross the line.
But I would never pause till I reach my rest.
Till the end is nigh, I wouldn’t stop
When the sun was apex
I made myself another vessel
A fine boat of many colours.
Again, I continued to seek nature’s rest
In the eve of the day
When time seemed endless likewise this quest.
My mind, heavy with qualm.
As I approach bitter waters
I smile; despite the raging waves
I could make out the river’s end
Just a few moments away
I see rest on the other side
A hoary mist; the deepest of night
His wings of sleep spread abroad
And arms ajar
For a sweet embrace
It’s just a few moments away
I can’t wait
Till night falls
Till the end
By: Brief Talks
This is a poem I wrote about life illustrated as a voyage on the river. Please Enjoy!
I like writing poetry because it’s a way for me to express myself and relieve stress. I hope my writing inspires you.