Washed scented hairs embrace my being
Wet little eyes wander as I listen to her plead
Tired o tired
Run o run
Hug me tight
Oh, do not return
LISTEN to me
I know whats wrong
help me bring
and sway all sworn
Dark shadows loom as I start to wonder
I know its not right but who knows who remembers
Long roads worn winds and a being bit tangled
Yes I hate it I hate it but what can I say
I don't remember
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Author:
arial (
Offline) - Published: September 20th, 2025 09:29
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Comments1
A poem most thought provoking that drops one into a situation and plucks one out leaving a fragment with no memory. Nicely done
Thankyou for your understanding of my poem appreciated
You are most welcome
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