Rabbit Hole
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I found the rabbit hole
Looking to belong
Something greater
Larger than self
Worth for a wayward soul
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Counting can be nothing
Purpose blind
Want to achieve
Perfection cursed
To stand for something
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With each trial, deeper I went
The darker it got
Imagined expectations
Craving every test
Metal straightened from bent
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Looking for, yet unknown
A morsel of pride
In a father’s eyes
A jester earning
The right hand at the throne
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The bottom held a million eyes
Bonded in the depth
With the little souls yet left
Finding what sought
In the promise of demise
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I felt lots of emotion when reading this. Trying hard to be the best we can be and not being satisfied.
This is a sad poem and yet it speaks truth for many people. I am very hard on myself. So it reminds me a little of myself. Very cleverly written Brad. Lots of visuals in this piece.
Hope your week is going well the weeks run together for me. One week seems like the last. Trying to keep structure in my life helps the most. Sending lots of love, hugs and newly potted flowers and a gardenia tree so you can smell the south. Jonikins
Thank you for the warm and sweet scents of the south Jonikins! I will send in return a sunlit glade of northern mountain laurel!
Oh thank you so much I will treasure it my dear friend. So thoughtful I know right where it will go. Love In bunches Brad. 🤗❤️Jonikins
we are all looking for some form of acceptance or acknowledgement, but we just have to be true to ourselves. thanks for such thoughtful poem, it made me think…
Thanks Jim! That is the highest praise.
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A very well written poem, many images, some sad parts, some thoughts not clear, lovely words my friend,
FBC,
I do agree that some of the metaphors are ambiguous. I think I was hoping that the readers would fill in the blanks from their own perspective. I always appreciate your support, my friend! Have a great weekend!
Always a pleasure my good friend, and all the best, have a great weekend!
FBC.
Simply moving! The lines that really hit home for me:
Looking for, yet unknown
A morsel of pride
In a father’s eyes
My dad has been gone for almost fifteen years, and I still want to make him proud.
I think that is the hope of every young boy. Thank you Pete for your unwavering support!