Yet I Stride

Yet I Stride

Yet I stride through dark, light-less days,
striving forward toward forgotten ways.
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.

Impassioned pleas pass unheard,
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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