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*****UNTITLED*****
Contributed by
reilt
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Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 12:55:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Been finding peace in the tattered pieces.
What's going on inside this head
Goes round corners untravelled
And back again.
Trailing over unchartered ground
And rough terrain
Of a heart and soul
Neither sure nor sorry for each other.
Rather wallow in self
On the shelf,
Collecting dust about bitter memories
And voicing deep complaint
In the darkness of a depression
Neither solved nor severe enough
To render recognition
From all sides
Or that
That matters most.
So look for it
Wherever the words may lead,
Finding peace
And searching for sense.
Copyright ©
reilt
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2004-04-24 12:55:10]
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Re: *****UNTITLED*****
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by Justalady on
Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 01:11:40 PM AEST
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This has a powerful line of thought... and sense is made of it's words, at least to me.
Collecting dust about bitter memories
And voicing deep complaint
In the darkness of a depression
Neither solved nor severe enough
To render recognition
From all sides
Or that
That matters most.
Nicely done about a subject a lot of us reconize. June |
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Re: *****UNTITLED*****
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by Kie on
Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 10:10:20 PM AEST
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I think this is a poem I certainly can relate to as well as countless others. It is a great poem and you should entitle it "Searching for sense"
Awesome poem.
Kie |
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