Police Officers

Poem By louis rams

'Do you want this?
Come and get it.'

I slept with dreams.
And awakened as if they existed.
I awakened as if...
In my hands I held them.
To realize and never to let them drift.

'You want this?
What makes you think,
It will be made easy...
For you to touch and get.'

And I began to taste my dreams,
To me fed on a daily basis.
Years of impatience I knew too well.
Rushing to succeed...
Had me stumbling to fall.
I hated being teased.

'Do you or do you 'not' want this?
How else do you expect to get it? '

I could not shut that voice within up.
It seemed to taunt and I was beginning to have enough.
And then...
A process began within me slow.
Although my dreams and wishes would not let me go.
They were there holding onto me too tightly.

Slowly I began to seek teachings needed.
Gritting my teeth to qualify my desires.
And then one day I did awaken validated.
Feeling with a patience quite surprised.
And accepting what I had not realized.

'You want this? '

Yes, I do.
I feel I am ready.
And I've got patience too.

'Good for you.
Just with a few more steps taken,
All that you wish...
Will eventually come true for you to exist.'

Comments about Police Officers

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Amazing, your words just float of the tongue, like a steady melody, it's really quite wonderful.

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