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the Dreamer (Free verse) by darylchew

He just sits in his dark, grey room now, lost in himself, In his thoughts Is it a form of escape, from the grappling hands of fate? In deception he lies, For he is a dreamer He dreams. Of playing all the pieces of Life’s repertoire, There always doesn’t seem to be enough time. Will he ever act? Walking with shuffling feet down the sheltered halls, Throwing it all away in reckless abandon He has time to kill, Or will time be the death of him?

Ranger 17-Apr-05/1:08 PM
I guarantee people on this highly-accommodating site will slate this. Make it humorous and you might convert them. Perhaps after the 'will he ever act' you could put something like 'will he remember to breathe?' or maybe 'will he contract AIDS?' (although the answer to that seems quite obvious to me).
It's a decent start, and as someone wise on here said to me, not necessarily in these exact words, be unto yourself true. If you like your poetry that's the most important thing - unless of course you harbour dreams of getting them published. Then you have to pander to the masses. 7




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