Awake and rise
Early morning sighs
Another day
Another sunrise
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The narrator takes the reader through his early morning rituals, then offered us a ride to his job and back home not without describing and showing us images of the bridges crossed, the stairs climbed, the 'pretty girlsl...even' the office jerks'Yet 'all along'-[not reconigzing that he was not along] after the close of the day being the 'last one to leave', we [ without him recognizing he was not along] drove with him back home. while he rested, not recognizing the sounds [soul] amongst all the cluttered mess he rumbled through, even the 'dried and tired flower' that cried out for life's sources/water sun [the narrator's light too but, he prefers the dark] Alas! crying out...I need love or I'll die! But still in doubt, the narrator placed the pot/flower back into the box and'locked it up confirming 'I have no soul'. Elias/poet you dug deep, pass mind, and entered the soul! ! I love this poem a 10+++
:) . take the plant out of the closet.. and you're too young to be drinking.
i love your work...it is so amazing! keep writing u have an amazing talent!
The allegory behind this came as a surprise. I wasn't expecting that. Very good, your syntax lends itself well to the melancholy overtones. (Gee I sound like I'm full of it.. but I mean this honestly.) Good work. +10 and the first 'favorite' that I've ever given out on a poem in my several months posting on this site.
hmmm.. i like this poem alot it was really really good your writeing is amazing :)
'And the office jerks' i can so well relate to that line, in fact the entire poem. you have amazingly juxtaposed your being with that a plant should i say, deep and emotional. i liked it, well there are ppl like me who feel that way about office. do i like sun light or darkness? have i an answer? no!