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Rated: E · Poetry · Inspirational · #1575992
Do we forget who we are lost in a world of illusion?

tears flowing forever, reaching for something forgot
will I ever be whole, lost is all I have ever sought
time became a prison, waiting for nothing to be
time reached out in anguish, never to set me free

I called within a heartbeat, wanting to scream out loud
but within a specter's  echo, I was lost within the crowd
shadows splinter my heart, falling away all hope
in one moment, all is gone, never again will I cope

a smile may free a beggar, to live and love once more
but in a lifetime of anguish, I can no longer soar
stripped of hope, my wings did burn, and thrash upon the ground
my heart and soul cried out, but no one heard a sound

will silence become a killing ground, fallen as a leaf
if no one will understand, the world will end up in grief
will tears become an epitaph, mourning choices lost
for my soul erodes to find too great was the cost

before I meld in the darkness, a voice whispers my name
will I understand the sound, or are the fears become my shame
am I lost in a nightmare, never to be free
or will I see the light of day, and remember to be me


We all are lost with a dream at one time or another, never to become what we desire. Waiting for someone or something to set us free. Yet we forget who we are and what strength lays within. We toil and fret about all manner of anguish, both real and imagined, yet fall short of letting go and finding our hearts freed to just be. Now I see a world locked in turmoil, with money and frustration making our decisions, instead of where we wish to be we are trapped where others want us. Words upon a page will never set you free, but words understood from within will guide your way. The one that holds us where we are is staring at you from your mirror. No one else holds a key, nor turns the lock tight. We are who we believe we are, no one else defines us unless we allow it to be so...

Just a Thought...

Ward

oh yes by the way, the worlds of that I speak are trussed up in words to fool all but those that see with their heart and soul. For when we can define the world with eyes not shaded with the past we can finally see the future...
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