Another Poem (Yes annoying I know)
Entry posted by Salmia
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Disorder
The bold lines stand out on the paper,
Colored within and orderly,
So neat and organized, no mess, no disorder.
Yet a sinking feeling comes,
Something unavoidable is coming around the corner.
A whirlwind that cannot be stopped,
The marker screeches outside of the line.
The lines suddenly become blurred,
The path is suddenly no longer clear,
It is a mess, it is life,
It is a bunch of scribbles,
Circles, squares, triangles, hexagons,
A messed up picture, no longer organized,
Rebelling, trying to fill the lines in,
Trying to organize the papers back but the wind keeps blowing,
Whirling around incessantly whispering,
Resisting until it hits in the face,
The blur in front of us, lying there, a tangled mess,
Lines leading nowhere in particular,
No grand plan.
Fear of the circles running around,
Fear of the squares stuck inside of a box,
Triangles aiming upwards towards where.
Yet suddenly eyes adjust as fear disappears away,
The picture suddenly becomes clear and the seemingly random shapes,
Form a bigger picture one that could not be seen until it was completed.
Life is a mess, life is not orderly,
Cannot color neatly in the lines,
No matter how much resisting,
It'll always be a mess,
But the lines eventually will form something,
Something of a bigger picture that can never be expected.
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