Bring it on.

A poem to describe my feelings. This one is a new one. It's Taoist philosophy, intertwined with a free-verse.

 

I'm tired of this.

You decide treat me like a game.

Go ahead.

I cannot be played.

 

To play me is to keep me

fixated upon one place.

I'm constantly flowingwithin the Master's words,

Forever changing my pace.

 

You try to freeze me and break me.

Disturbing the tao within me.

Under my outer feelings,

I run as swift and mercilessly as the mightest stream.

 

NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY WAY.

 

The Eternal Tao sees all, and notices my place.

I show no fear, no mercy.

I refuse to change my face.

As supple as a newborn child...

 

Bring it on.

 

You try you're little game.

You're never going to read

My supple and formless soul.

Author's Note

This poem was to describe my feelings. I want an honest opinion.

Reviews

[Jen Marks]

Very powerful!
Even the first line shows so much power!
I was surprised at the great portrayal of your fury.
Well done :)

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