One of my favorite poets of all time is Wilfred Owen. I love how he writes his poems from within and its also appealing because its all from the experiences he had as a soldier during WWI in his short lived life.
This line is the most appealing to me its from "Exposure" and it is, " Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces--."
So now im going to try to continue from there...
Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces--
Brushing quietly amongst thy cheek, stirring us from sleep.
We watch as the sun creeps along the horizon..we cry out in despair-
Morning is breaching -- another day of unknown fears.
How do we attain freedom? There is always demons holding us back,
Conquering us with their terror, we cannot live without the feeling of dread.
No ways to suppress this tidal of restlessness, other than living them out day..by..day and night..by..night.
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+3....Nice effort with the poem....Make sure to note the extra point on your grade sheet.
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