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the thought that makes my heart stop
by Jared Fladelandi fear the mediocre.
i think that sometimes I myself suffer from being stuck in the middle.
this thought brings a cloud of water over my eyes.
i want to see beyond what is around me.
i know it's there. Waiting for me to reach beyond the physical.
and grasp it.
until then, i'm nothing but a shot in the dark.
08/06/2006 Posted on 08/06/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/06/06 at 10:40 AM We are all shots in the dark till something lights our flame....looks like poetry may be your match...I liked this a bunch, nice write. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/08/06 at 06:47 PM "i think that sometimes I myself suffer from being stuck in the middle.
this thought brings a cloud of water over my eyes" ... so well put Jared. I find myself feeling your whole poem quite often. We want to be more than mediocre. Maybe writing about it entices us to see beyond such? |
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