Memories shrouded in a hazy fog
Open wounds casting glances, mouth agape, frozen in time
Powerful years now relegated to the fields
Courage now bound, rusted springs
Staring out as revival passes by
Looking back at directions unknown
Falling victim, progress surges seemingly blind
Open your eyes, I am here.
2 comments:
Good! Very good!
You are a true poet.
I find writing poetry easier for me. I think it has to do with my self diagnosed ADA.
Thank you for your kind words.
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