Yet I Stride
Yet I stride through dark, light-less days,
striving forward toward forgotten ways.
Boundless boundaries, chosen few,
Impassioned pleas pass unheard,
Spoken softly, sad, silent word.
I wonder, wander, endless roads,
Who can hear unopened books,
in the blindness, sadness looks.
Wisdom
searched for, seldom found,
frozen
clockwork, springs unwound.
Chime-less
wind chimes in the wind,
guilty
conscience, all have sinned.
Boundless boundaries, chosen few,
hope
remembered, postponed anew.
Knowledge
known, memory's scar,
forgotten wishes
upon a star.
Token pleasures,
please no more.
Unspoken
treasure, words unsure.
Slowly timed,
time’s reflex slows.
Mindless
fruits, reflections show.
Spoken softly, sad, silent word.
I wonder, wander, endless roads,
Who can hear unopened books,
in the blindness, sadness looks.
© 2013 ajwrites57
A Long
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