My Things Poem by alex haywood

My Things

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Impatient to leave
my doubt stands still
Like a grave it sits.
My thoughts have too many wings
Toucans, eagles and ravens
yet it is the vultures that circle
and blot out the light
waiting for something to die.

My teeth are chattering
with the fear of getting laughed at.

Ah, my ego!
An object too heavy
for your wind to move.

And my trust,
Like God I don't know the future
yet it is certain
that if I leave the floodgates of doubt open
the torrent will drown us both.

Didn't I warn you
not to get tangled in dreams?

Yet it is
the way my fire is,
My thoughts
have a way with things.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 05 October 2015

Very lighthearted yet intense meaning within your poem. Your imagery is superb, very vivid and enticing! Love this poem and the feelings you portray throughout it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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