The Walk Within

The Walk Within short poem

And the years end to which end!

Walking into the mist

Trying to find life in a gist

Exposed in the nights of yesterday

Prancing in the lights of today

Freedom we seek

Our hearts we speak,

We, the ones we chose not to see,

The mortal selves of morbid creatures ‘ve become,

Slaves of our own ways!

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Adnan K

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An average joe when it comes to writing! I prefer prose poems which liberates me from being technically correct and lets me express the instantaneous emotions.
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lovely bit of writing and so courageous in its we have the courage to take the walk within? Kudos!


Succinct and a powerful write!


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