A Poem by Psykolabe

I can't change myself,

but there is nothing worth changing for,

the world crumbles beneath my feet,

but you stand resolute,

 with the earth beneath you unyielding to the weight of your sorrows,

 why can you outlast me,

why is the world all that I can hold on to?

Perhaps it is all I think to keep before dreaming,

and in dreaming, am I truly alone?

No, for the world is mine alone to keep,

 my own world,

and the world is alive to me, as much a living entity as myself.

© 2010 Psykolabe

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A very good poem. I like the questions that were ask. Each of us have a purpose. The world is for all people. We must do something good or bad to show the world we have lived. A outstanding poem. I like the ending.

Posted 9 Years Ago

A few minor errors otherwise nice work

Posted 9 Years Ago

First I'd like to point out spelling/grammar errors. In the first line, "cant" needs an apostrophe; fourth line it's "resolute" without an extra o; and in next line should be "unyielding" just switch the e and i." Other than those errors this is a nice personal piece. Not at all my style or fancy but this poem is good in its own right. I like the independence expressed through this poem and the seclusion of it.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on June 8, 2010
Last Updated on June 8, 2010
Tags: Sorrow, World, Crumble, Men, Small, Large

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