Curious Case

A curious case I have become.

Void of passion, void of fun.

The forest, ripe with toil and zest,

Are where these illusions manifest.

Wandering 'round, eyes to the skies.

A fire moon suspended high.

Hark the herald, raven's song.

I wish my train would come along.

Ribbons running, racing fast.

Casting memories to my past.

Bright lights are in my head,

Burning hot until I'm dead.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I like the flow of thoughts in the description. Many statements stood out in the poem.
"A curious case I have become.
Void of passion, void of fun."
You had me from the opening lines. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jordan A. Wilson]

Thanks a lot man. I'm not going to lie, when the first stanza came to me I had to take a step back and read it like 5 times lol. I was really stoked about the flow of it.

[Crazy Cat Man]

a great poem of becoming burnt out. :)

[Jordan A. Wilson]

Thanks man

[Cole Hayley]

A curious case I have become.
Void of passion, void of fun.
The forest, ripe with toil and zest,
Are where these illusions manifest.

- That stanza, and the rest of the piece is amazing. It actually is a great piece.

[Jordan A. Wilson]

Thanks man, this one has become one of my favorites.

[Hester Vane]

Wondeful rhyme and flow to this. Structure is also sound! Well done I enjoyed reading this piece

[Jordan A. Wilson]

Thank you, I'm just glad the flow came to me the way it did. I got lucky on this one lol

[CHRIS ANDES]

..what a great ending for a poem
=]

[Jordan A. Wilson]

Hey thanks!

[CHRIS ANDES]

y.w. =]

[afra]

great write ....very deep ...well done

[Jordan A. Wilson]

Thanks!