Poetry by Erik Estabrook4/1/2009 1:06:00 PMBe Aware
sucession of nothingness
where do I begin?
timid thought seekers
crushed by a whim
to proceed into the casm
or avoid my own imagination
to become aware finally of what and how we ran into doubt
to begin this blossoming that turns to horror
as day into night
be aware that in my conscience
its the only thing thats right.
Interpretation
I stood awake staring at my shadow
has my shadow become me
all that I once knew thrown into desparity
I shake off my emotions
and mold them just right
but my design is broken my belonging out of sight.
by erik estabrook
Erik Estabrook Biography:
I'm a poet who is always seeking a higher level
of vocab, internal knowledge, and flow in my poems.
My poems all represent who I am.
Poetry is a chance to free my mind for me.
Being a writer is a blesssing I don't take for granted.