Monday, 22 March 2010

Tangled

Sitting here, motionless,
gazing, no where.
Out at spaces, wide
beyond grey horizons
echoed by blue.
Thoughts, none
uncertainty prevails.
Will time allow
this notion of loss.
Maybe answers will
give reason of what
past life meant.
One day shall I find
my true self!
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous22 March 2010 at 20:36

    if there's been loss, you must also have gained,by writing the way you do!
    Most touching!
    And thanks for dropping by my blog!
    and for the lovely comment!

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  2. Janet Caldwell24 March 2010 at 23:48

    Touching! x

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  3. Anonymous26 March 2010 at 06:47

    I wrote a poem for you, today, David. I hope you like it on my blog!

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