Free me from self ...

by Ronald Edwards   Oct 19, 2010


A bell tolls,
for the hour of discontent
has arrived.

The town crier
sorrowfully wails
the lament of agitation.

Irritability reigns
over all,
frustration is its companion.

Serenity is forsaken
in refusal to accept that
which cant be changed.

Stagnation infests,
for nothing
will be changed.

Wisdom is fleeting,
for there
is no understanding.

Free me from self ...

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ronald Edwards

    I graciously thank you all for these kind comments

  • 15 years ago

    by Andrew

    Thank you for this poem that is all

  • 15 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Congrats on the win!

  • 15 years ago

    by celia stock

    Nicely written Ronald.

  • 15 years ago

    by silvershoes

    You used a few of my favorite words which earned you instant brownie points: reign, forsaken, stagnant & fleeting. Good word choices and for this particular poem, less is more.
    The brief stanzas are easy to read and the content is relatable. We each endure our unique agony and soulful discontent. Nicely expressed here.

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