Grace given and taken,
Acts of love hide attacks of hate.
Inside, the realness hidden
From view of all who look.
No real purpose felt,
Strolling repetitively about.
In and out of the mind,
No one ever able to decipher.
Look into the eyes,
Nothing there.
Seemingly empty orbs,
Reflect the observer's face.
Bring life back,
It is time for us to live.
The days of dull dreariness,
The must pass us by.
Comments
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Lost Soul?
Brian?
one wee typo - last line 'They must pass us by'
this poem reminds me of when I wandered through life disconnected from my soul and therefore my deepest emotions - simply functioning but never feeling - how it saddens me to think of how long I wandered - and how fantastic it now feels to be living and feeling my life and soul again. Excellent poem with profound images - you are a talented, insightful poet.
Thank you.
Monica
language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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