Distant

sylviasearcher

Faraway hazes fade,
Unreachable
Being blurs and blends,
Unfathomable


Who will whisper me some Truth?
The happy orchestra perched ‘pon trees?

Who will preach to me of Use?
The raging roar of mighty seas?

Who will win when from myself I lose?
The last lingering hope of
Peace?

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2020 02:41
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  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    When all that's left is truth

    Bravo! This is an awesome write Sylvia so soul searching... it bleeds with honesty to the stillness of the end

    Excellent!

    • sylviasearcher

      Thank you

      I had a blurry feeling and it was all I could muster

    • ANGELA & BRIAN

      ANGELA HERE ~ Thanks for sharing SYLVIA ! A very heart searching Poem. We all face periods in our lives ~ which are Unreachable & Unfathomable ! The Seas roar and the last lingering Hope of Peace is lost ! BUT take heart & keep searching ! In my experience the periods of DESPAIR pass and HOPE prevails ! Im 31 and have wanted to be married and start a Family for the last ten years ~ but Potential Husbands ~ came & went ! BUT I met BRIAN over three years ago and we are getting married in APRIL ~ AMEN

      Blessings & Peace & Joy
      Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡

      • sylviasearcher

        I guess knowing what you want is a start...

        I am coming to terms at almost 40 with the disconnect which may just be part of who I’m meant to be.

        I hope to accept myself.

        To feel less distant from my being and from the ashes



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