A Valley - Poem
High upon the brows of defeat
Walking in pride of the day done.
Up on the top of the mountain,
awaited what can only be life
Much to my chagrin stood death,
Waiting with its claws ready to be sunk.
Do you really get yourself preyed,
Or do you pray not to be.
Knowing the end is the same
as the way it all began.
Who would ever really
Say, "Hey I'am ready."
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Very interesting poem. Truly thought-provoking. I interpret this as an anthem of the unknown, yet being able to see the way life takes on a repeat, and coming to the conclusion that life operates in cycles. Asking ourselves if we are ready is a great question. I feel like if we accept the fact that some things are out of our control, we can just relax and allow for the mysterious future to present itself. Thank you for sharing your poetry! :)
PS: If you are interested and have some spare time, I have some poetry on my blog too.
Thank you. Will surely check out your blog.
You're welcome!