Turn the page
Inside this mind a thought is formed,
Then cast aside to remain no more.
A lightning bolt inside a storm;
My memory returns as if it was before.
So words are said to set us free
And they do, as I tell you the tale of me.
Myself and I are a symbiotic personality.
My mind, body and soul create poetry.
Succinct when in sync,
Through these stories I speak.
The boy, now a man,
Is forever becoming more unique.
This life is too short and time is no friend;
The watcher is watching and waiting for the end,
But he shall remain unfulfilled, on that you can depend,
Because I have much more to do, before I ascend.
My soul has grown weary and needs to speak out.
Protest, or suggest; a way to remove the doubt.
Many have come before me, so I have no need to shout;
We are close now, so I can whisper and you shall hear aloud.
Minds are for changing and I am no longer the same;
I have passed through the dark times, I have turned the page.
The rain has stopped falling and even now I remain,
A poet, the poet; unheard of…
But one day you will know my name.
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We've heard of ya! Good write. lol.
Thank you. 🙂
I know you already
This is so very good
Well done ....
Thanx.
Wow, what an awesome write you have here, really great work and a pleasure to read.
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
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