A lost soul
Having never
Found a path
Always diverted
Wandering lost
Without a map.
From dream
To dream
An aimless arrow
Where to fall
A chanced
Tomorrow.
Words on paper
Scribbled, scrawny
Staying late
To rise and fall
Cigarette smoke
To yellowed stain
Upon the ceiling
Heart in pain.
In search of what
To never know
Summers shine
Or Winters snow
Footprints left
Upon passing time
Always still
In search of rhyme.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
There is a feel frozen drifting in this poem that give off a sad feeling. Well written
much appreciated, thanks
You are most welcome
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