In my rash and foolish haste
of persecution and wayward flight,
I let a good thing go to waste.
Fleeing freedom with fervent pace,
running blind into distant night.
In my rash and foolish haste
Making choices, confusing fate
unsure of what is wrong or right.
I let a good thing go to waste
Propelled by love's confounded hate
enriched with nature's gifted plight.
In my rash and foolish haste
Feigning wisdon in my state
of perplexed judgement and clouded sight.
I let a good thing go to waste
Left with morsels on my plate
I tossed it all as just one might.
In my rash and foolish haste
I let a good thing go to waste
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- Chameleon
- The above average male, uplifting myself and enlightening those that choose to keep their third eye open
7 comments:
such a terrible feeling...completely relatable sentiment.
no doubt about that.
much like that cliched Joni Mitchell song...
or the cliched well that keeps losing all its water.
feeling it, poet!
Deeply taken in!
Had to really digest this menu you just offered us here, the poem is tight...powerful words. Most enjoyed!
In your rash and foolish haste
Keep your wings spread apart,
so that when you take flight;
you might find a good thing.
Remember, nothing goes to waste,
It's just a taste, so next time slow your pace and that good thing won't be a waste.-Nitty
PS: Beautiful poem, hope you don't mind my collaboration...I love reading other's works.
I think you speak for a lot of us. It's so incredibly easy to make unsound, resentful judgement in a moment's take. But that's the wonderful thing about growing older and wiser--you begin to open yourself for the challenge of not only reasoning better, but becoming and hopefully acting upon better potential.
Beautiful words!
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