A poem: The quest


Reality is too much for me

Of it give me no more

It gives wounds that do not heal

But turn with time true sore

Often I try to gather bits and pieces

And put myself together again

When I am finished, rises a zombie

Again it has to be slain

Out to the world like Prufrock

I'll have to leave this elfin grot and go

I too need to prepare the face

To meet the faces I already know

I have known too much

To ever be happy again

The old book warned but I didn't take heed

Never did from such a thing refrain

Like Ulysses I tried to follow

Knowledge like a sinking star

The quest soothed none, for one burns in hell

And the other's left with a scar.

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crazyjenn33 5 years ago from bardstown

i love zombies! lol good write!

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Sudhi Raj Verma 5 years ago

Nice work.

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Denise Handlon 5 years ago from North Carolina

Interesting poem-intriguing. Thanks for sharing.

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TicksProfessional 5 years ago from Lucknow India Author

Thankyou very much fellow hubbers:


Sudhi Raj Verma

Denise Handlon

For taking time to read my poem and leaving encouraging comments.

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