mind in a jam
it's the sweetest kind
talents wasted on time
were they buried deep below
past the guards where no man goes
buried treasure was that wise
wasted talents on the rise.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Looking for buried treasure is seldom successful a great write
At an alarming rate!
Valiantstar, “past the guards where no man goes” is one of the linearly that grabbed me. It transforms the search for talent and purpose into a treasure hunt through forbidden territory. That image gives the poem a real sense of mystery. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Very close - it's a play on the word
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