At Last, I Stand Poem by Dylan Dowrick
At Last, I Stand
In the dawn of our disciple,
in the midst of our wake,
I find it hard to suffer,
for an inconceivable stake.
Yet, in the hours of conception,
my mind is crazed, inception,
like the start of something new,
my life is in graduation.
Passersby, will never see,
a slightly jealous man,
but only as you see me,
but here, yes here,
At last, I am.
At last... I stand.
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4/20/2024 11:06:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Im surprised on the ratings, its a decent poem with some good selection of metaphors. Well done