POETRY – INTROSPECTION
Why do I bother to post in other groups?
When my words are barely read at their home
Perhaps it is an evolving disillusion of a boyhood dream
To do something in life that makes a difference
To touch someone’s soul with a glance
To inspire a dream with a whisper
When did the purity of an ideal dissolve into an institution
Perhaps, the day you uttered another name, replacing your own
Why do I read my work aloud?
When it is obvious no one is moved
The only thing mentioned is its length
Nevermind anything about its strength
Were you listening?
There’s no need to lie to me.
Perhaps it’s because my words lack the standard rhyme or mitre.
Perhaps I have yet to say something that possesses some depth.
One thing is clear.
Their silence speaks louder than any word could
I found this piece on an old folder … interesting
Memoirs of Madness 