Open Poetry #33 |
Weary Traveller |
poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China |
Lost is my being. It struggles along the withered veins of time. Desperately searching for the one thing that means anything, to it's meek existence. Weary footsteps is all it can muster. Sight a sense that no longer matters. For love does flow from places that are unseen. Sceptical it has become, believing it is searching for nothing. Holding on to tattered beliefs. Lovers flaunt themselves in front of my heart. Causing despair to bloom. No matter how many times my poor heart tries. It always seems to find a dagger buried in it. Not knowing whether dreaming or awake. Just simply being. Trying to hold on for that angel. Yet tossed in amongst the devils. However my being will not collapse. For love is the only reason for being. Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
*smile* A road most have traveled and many wearied on the way....keep the faith. |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China |
Thank you for your comment Iliana. Yes the only thing to do is weather the storm and then move on when the sun shines. Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
yes indeed, keep the faith, free of blame but only by self examination...forgetting about what is to come, with no glances towards the wanton, but the desire to complete oneself...liking the company he keeps, without not one expectation...and when one finally comes along, friends first...before intimacy....? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I needed this today...thank you |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China |
Thank you LeeJ for your comment. That is a very true statement to the souls regrowth. I do not know if you meant that question mark as a retorical question. I would have to say the answer is yes. passing shadows I am glad that my poem helped you in anyway possible that is truly why I write. It is to help others. Thank you you made my day. Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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