What Event scarred my Path?
Burned down the cities!
Apocalypse mind.
What world is this?
And the one for which I endlessly search?
Barefooted, muddied, dirty, bruised.
I lay me down into the ground,
Wait.
For Mother Earth to swallow me.
Cleanse me.
Clean me.
Feel me.
As I feel Her warmth.
In a World I belong.
A World brimming with Life
But void of humanity.
The world I dream of
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sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2018 01:56
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we all dream, dont we... and we all wait..........I traced back through the pages you have left here and found these words.. they are fine beginning words and provide a sound foundation for those that choose to follow..
Oh I write these words in a very difficult moment. I guess for some like me it is easier to capture the darkness.
But I decided to use the poem as the prologue for a book I'm trying g to write.
Hope isn't dead yet.
You traced back through my pages?
I can see no point whatsoever in just reading the last poem someone has posted.. I would find that most insulting and probably quite boring too... I trust you have since moved on from that dark place you refer to... Good luck with our book... N
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