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Category : Poems

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The spark is gone, the magic has died.  Lonesome feelings deep inside.


Days go by and years do pass, a somber feeling that lasts and lasts.


Where do I go?  What do I do?  Am I running away or pushing through?


A myriad of emotions courses through my veins.  Happy to sad, joy to disdain. 


I either feel nothing or everything at once.  I start to shut down, it's my only response. 


Maybe I'm broken or maybe it's myth.  Perhaps I need my perspective to shift.


Things to let go, things to hold dear.  It all gets blurred from year to year.


I'm a man who speaks softly most of the time.  It's much easier to put thoughts into rhyme. 


I need that zen, that balance of thought.  Within this world, I truly feel caught.


Trapped in a box, locked in a cage,  I hold my silence, bury my rage.  


Inner peace I hope to find,  find it soon before I'm out of time.

Comments

  • Wow. Just Wow.

    May 03, 2019

  • Outstanding!

    May 03, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Excellent

    May 03, 2019

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