I walk through life as a headless soul,
No rhyme, no reason, no pattern, no hold.
Treading water, and then counting time,
each hour goes by, as if stacked in a line.
Through Days, weeks, months,these years,
All seem the same, to my eyes and ears.
Mud and sand, from beach and from land,
pass through fingers, in each of my hands.
Where this life takes me, I do not know,
Along the final walk then to the final door....
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2016 05:47
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this during a bad time In my life, I was lost.....
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Comments2
Very descriptive, as always! Very well done!
Thank you WBL.
Thanks for sharing such a great poem! I loved it! Even though it was sad...
Thank for those kind words chrissy
Very much appreciated
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