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A Poem by Brigitte Adela

There comes a time, when your thoughts so dear
Become the things you choose to fear.
It's nothing surely, it's non existent.
'I am nothing,' she says, ''I am not consistent'

When the time draws close and you think you've heard,
What you will be, words quite absurd.
You hold your breathe and close your eyes.
And slowly start to realise.

Time is all that could be fact.
And all that we can reenact.
Emotions, thoughts and feelings fair.
Are not the things that can compare.

© 2017 Brigitte Adela

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TLK

"Become the things you chose to fear." - either 'becAme the things you chose to fear" or "become the things you choOse to fear".

Also, existENT and consistENT... this similarity also helps with the rhyme (or maybe it's just me being more visual about rhymes, sometimes, than auditory. I don't really do rhymes often in my own stuff!).

I have a feeling that the attention to rhyme constricted word-choice, here, and left it a bit less clear about what was really intended. I'm glad that, in your most recent poem, you give up convention and prize rhythm over rhyme, as this is what I personally like.

Not that I'm that important, or anything!