Continetal drift
tectonic collisions
I walk blindly in the planets upheaval
searching for a mistress
from a lost morning
Do we live in a universe
that is absurd
who knows when the door closes
or when life hangs in the balance
when young I lacked empathy
now little things make me sad
obscene indifference
pretended compassion
promises broken
artistic allusions
there was a tear in the fabric of the night
out of my eyes fell the blindness
into the half light I wandered
A cold rain quinces the steamy
earth of my winsome soul
a forest of happiness envelopes
my journey down the pathway
and the morning was found
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: questions of life and personal growth
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Comments2
man does not see with the eye alone but by the light which makes it possible. hey, hey, my friend
Awesome writing. Enjoyed reading very much. Thanks for sharing.
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