It is possible
to hit a dead end
on a road of which you've not yet begun to tread?
Can you see the truth
in the answer
of words that have yet to be spoken?
Can you find love
in the open arms
of someone you truley hate?
Is it real
in all intensity
if it has yet to be even dreamed?
Can someone find order
in a room full of people
who have no clue on what do to next?
It is the truth
when all you see
is a word uttered in a shroud of lies?
Is something impossible
in all aspects
when you know it can be done?
Courtosy of AO member beast(who actually was not lazy and helped me look) This is a prose poem. Thank you very much beast.
I know we were to put what style we wrote in but I simply have no clue of what this would be considered. All I know is that I've never written anything like this so it is an "out of my comfort zone" like we were required to copmose. So if you have an suggestions to what kind of litterary art this is considered, please Enlighten me.
Last edited by starfire1036; Dec 24, 2008 at 10:54 PM.