Category : Poems

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If I am to shear my dream 
I would have to dive into the deep 
The forge of wishes I could fulfile 
And I would say writing is quite a dream 

Wowed by my dream 
A friend said I must beam 
Not beam as a bulb would shine 
But with the light of "know myself"

But as I drill deeper 
And my attention keener 
I face a truth that is bitter 
A truth that beats my wonder 

A friend says for a poem to be well 
It must be true and unique 
Diligently forged out of experience
Only then world I be true a writer 

To write and spread the good 
I must find my Deepest Truth 
If I find, then the time to write is ripe 
As I write, within there is a fight 

Sad moments emerge ever victorious 
Happy moments but a blue memory 
Would I say I fail to see the good,
Or my past was just as sad a way of life?

This is my deepest Truth 
My bitter truth 
Which reminds me
I may have lost the eye for the good. 

By Magnus Yuven