A hidden door,
Within ones mind,
Is open to be lost,
Within oneself we do find,
A place in which has no bind.
Falling through a memory,
To a place which time forgot,
Is an innocence and beauty,
Of which we were never not.
Searching for what is endless,
In the endless search for self,
Is a space, a gap, a void, a crack,
In which there's no turning back.
Falling through the thoughts of life,
Like a never-ending book,
The beliefs of who we think we are,
But its never how it looks.
Always reading before and after,
Never the page we're on,
Skipping to a future chapter,
Lost to what has gone.
Blank page,
Pen moving,
Not knowing,
Heart showing.
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Author:
daniel dawes (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2016 01:47
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
WELCOME DANIEL ~ Thanks for an excellent heart searching first poem. For each one of us Life (and Love) is a series of OPEN DOORS through which we pass and we can never go back. We never know the nature of the DOOR ~ Life or Death ~ Love or Rejection ~ Pain or Pleasure ~ Sorrow or Joy. That's the Story of ~ that's the Glory of ~ your life and mine. Survival (at all costs) is the KEY. Thanks for caring ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian, nice comments and in a way there's a poem there 🙂
Very good poem..
Thank you....
Great write, loved it
Thanks mate
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