Poetry

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Poetry

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"Nine"

What happens to nine after passing the line of time?

Will it find its wholeness, a circle, so perfect, complete

Or stay in its longing, a change left to greet?

This is a story of Nine.

 

Amidst the bright parade Nine blends and hide

A repeating echo in the chorus where brilliance resides

Nine drifts in the crown, walking in the dim

Where every other figure claims the light within

 

Not quite a circle, yet far from a line

Nine sobs in the dark where its dreams brightly shine

Stucked in the curve between hope and despair

A thriving arc of sighs in the endless air

 

In each moon, it chases dawn’s embrace,

Its steps are steady, though it never wins the race

It quiet struggle, it finds its grace

Nine is found in an unknown, yet familiar place

 

With eyes blurry, shouting badly

“Is there anyone now who can notice me?

I’ve been tiring myself, working for years now

Hiding in the shadow of people I don’t know

 

As I opened my eyes, the wall clock I see

It’s 9:00 A.M., and oh! That Nine is me

Always good but never the best

In line of nowhere, I found my rest

 

Neither circle nor line completed Nine’s piece

It’s quest for completeness is its own form of bliss

Taking the path of unknown, chasing what’s mine

The perfect imperfection, I am forever a Nine

 

Nine: The Unwritten

I am Nine that’s nearly a circle and far from a line

Yet I venture the unknown that’s taking my time

As soon I will find the line of my perfection

Where there’s pouring happiness, shaped for my love and passion

 

I am Nine that’s nearly a circle and far from a line

Yet in the unclear path I rest my mind

For my heart and soul the freedom I find

Even in the darkest shadows or the hope that perfectly glows

 

I am a Nine that’s nearly a circle and far from a line

It may not find its wholeness or its strip may decline,

After passing the line of time, someday, my dreams will be aligned.

 


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