A thousand words so few in hand my pen trembles mind at still, a state of mind a way of life, taking this life in my own hands lost in my mind. We have all become chasers of broken words scattered along in the vast void of our dreams. On a lone old wooden bench I will be waiting for that last inspiration, each tired sunday morning I will be waiting time will pass by,my last stronghold my old imagination will die memories will fade away like the leaves of the trees on a winter morning with no direction. I will walk through life step by step, I look back my steps vanish one by one in a world so dark knowing nothing can be salvaged only this will remain for eternity............. .........My speech,my poetry.........
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
They can take your possesions and leave you with nothing,they cannot take engraved words they will be there forever.
Comments (3)
This was a very beautiful way to say that bb
Kisses,hugs and Blessings :)
Enjoyed your thoughts in your poem..very true "My Speech My Poetry" here for eternity.. thank you for sharing