Adahn Posted September 28, 2003 Share Posted September 28, 2003 I lay to rest my wearied mind My deepest thoughts I cannot quell The peace of sleep I cannot find There is no bottom to this well Wisdom forces itself on me They are the thoughts that I can't voice From my greatest strength I must flee Though giving in would cause rejoice I stop myself through conscious will This causes me the greatest pain A part of me's what I must kill I can sleep only when it's slain On silence now my mind does feed I can't obey its silent creed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drix D'Zanth Posted September 28, 2003 Share Posted September 28, 2003 Erik, as always you impress me. Your writing skills are unparalelled on this board. I love your use of stanza. Very clever writing, and a story that could be intepreted in more ways than one. I empathize your message! "From my greatest strength I must flee Though giving in would cause rejoice" This passage is extremely profound in my opinion. The irony you presents is simple and powerful. I can think of thousands of ways our minds can be as much of a burden as a blessing. I can also relate this to more than a mind, or wisdom. 400th post, what an honor to have spent it on this. thanks for gracing the board! Your friend, Jordan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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