REVIVAL

Exhausted, still catching lessons from wrong,
If not I, then who'll be strong!

Mine penetrations are,
Result of that flock of sickness,
Which I utterly belong!

Thine ruthless charm,
Gigantic shackles of undesired warmth,
Whining and seeking the alms!

I contravened,
Exaggerated norms, thou did
Considered as unanimous fuss!

I realize those gypsies,
Where I was picked up from,
Letting my way,
Straight there again to regain,
Residuals of my qualitative clan!

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Interesting poem. not quite sure what your true meaning is. I pick up on a homeless person. Or mainly someone acting as though they are homeless and downtrodden, but actually taking advantage of the states, and using it to gain trust, and get sympathy, from others and get money and food. Then up and leave and go to their proper home. As they scammed them into make-believe of their situation and strive.

Or this is someone who cannot but follows the bad crowd and gets into trouble. As it gives them a buzz or joyous feeling. Into minds with this poem. Most properly barking up the wrong trees here. But interesting though.

[Sneh]

This is a story of heading towards positivity specially after having taste some bitter experiences....a kind of self motivation . I appreciate your efforts! Dear dawn ❤

[Onlyme]

Told me i was lost. ohps. might fall on that one. blushes and run off to hide.

[Ted Kniffen]

Sneh, were you writing this in the vein of olde English? There are certain words that trip up the reader, or, at least this one. I do like the intent and the mystery of it though.

[Sneh]

No mr. Ted , but this is how it got its way, unknowingly!
Thanks for your efforts , great day ! :)