Run the Race!


21/09/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I was ruffling
Through pages
And I felt
A strong

Of ruining
And Warmth
And gunning for
Plain old

I read through
A few more pages,
And I hit upon
A plan.

A plan for my epic;
A plot that smoothly,
Cunningly ran.

I’d write of love
And the sorry state
It’s in;

Boredom and the
It helps Bring.

But Love was
Stronger, or so
I was told,

By old women weaving
Their dreams in crochet
With gold.

They seemed to be
Wise and they didn’t seem

But I wrote an
Epic describing
What I felt.

I ignored them and
About ire and

Which I had promised
To weave in a
Sublime plot.

Suddenly my wrath was
Left behind.

It stayed hidden,
Along with
Distrust and anger,
And other
Thoughtless crimes.

While those women
Grinned sheepishly
And I looked

And Love won,
Again, by simply refusing
The race we
Decided to run.

Siddiqui F.

Note: I wrote this in August, but I changed the way it looked today. I changed the paragraph positions and added the last two paragraphs. I like the ending.

4 thoughts on “Run the Race!

  1. amarllyis says:

    Favourite lines?

    “But Love was
    Stronger, or so
    I was told,

    By old women weaving
    Their dreams in crochet
    With gold.”


  2. Aamil says:

    This poem reminds me of “Stairway to heaven” by Led Zeppelin.

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