Dark Poetry #4 |
My soul |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Nomadic bound is my soul, For it left its home early, In the dim of morning shadows, It crept away slowly, On a journey that is for long, And the end is not yet seen, But it keeps itself strong, And carries hope that is unseen, Onto the mountain it finds itself, Surrounded by many lies, The choice that carries it forward, Never questioning why, Struggling to keep up the pace, It shatters in million bits, As each one is sent away, Towards many of hells fiery pits, Each ounce of strength it musters, Knowing all to well its end, Should have stayed home today, Now it begins to comprehend. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ronil~ Well ... my spirit has taken that nomadic tour a time or two~ I like the penning of yours~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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xFromtheHeartx Member
since 2005-09-24
Posts 80Florida U.S. |
very nice bro, touching, thanks for sharring |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
this is a good write, thanks for sharing. Poetry can get you very far |
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