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Emancipate
The child of new morning
And hold it close
Like soft whispers of the forgotten self
Once radiant like warm sunshine
Infinitely lonely
I am the only shadow among men
Lost and cold.

It whimpers to be set free
My sunshine in a box
And shake off darkness
Like a cloak made of innocence
It's coming unravelled.


Stroke the precious fabric of yesterday
And embrace crystallised running water consciousness
It flows forever
Organic flourishes of orchestral brilliance.

It carries you over the threshold
Lonely and afraid
Time pulls you under
And you are lost in menacing darkness.

Meh

Wow. Very... Creepy, in a really good way. Shall we call it Horrifying Love at first Read?

I liked it, despite seeming a little scattered. That's ok though...the point of writing a poem is to get out your creative energies for you, and you alone.

I especially enjoyed the second stanza.

He is right, you need to write what you feel, not what others tell you to feel.