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By the Light of A Pale Fire
i have walked through
a man-made wasteland
of tarnished chiseled words
and dusty promised dreams
looking for the
forgotten ideas of things lost
trying to find the person
that once i used to be.
thoughts i cannot remember
and non-recognizable mistakes
makes me realize in so
many relentless ways
that i have changed
living in the light
while time has stayed
completely the same.
and a knowing fear
a pale fire comes
burning back to me.
the feeling of a dry soul
petting drier, nothing can grow
within the red embers of desire,
no one can grow
with nothing to inspire.
i have reaped
the bittersweet harvest
of this vast barren land.
painting the pictures
no one understands.
the dust has blinded me
as realization
comes crashing down.
i have been choking
within this life
playing a tune
to the living lies
and that familiar fear
have came to claim another day
wondering if my mind and heart
have spoke all that i needed to say.
a man-made wasteland
of tarnished chiseled words
and dusty promised dreams
looking for the
forgotten ideas of things lost
trying to find the person
that once i used to be.
thoughts i cannot remember
and non-recognizable mistakes
makes me realize in so
many relentless ways
that i have changed
living in the light
while time has stayed
completely the same.
and a knowing fear
a pale fire comes
burning back to me.
the feeling of a dry soul
petting drier, nothing can grow
within the red embers of desire,
no one can grow
with nothing to inspire.
i have reaped
the bittersweet harvest
of this vast barren land.
painting the pictures
no one understands.
the dust has blinded me
as realization
comes crashing down.
i have been choking
within this life
playing a tune
to the living lies
and that familiar fear
have came to claim another day
wondering if my mind and heart
have spoke all that i needed to say.
Published 15th Feb 2014
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16th Feb 2014 7:14pm
What a poem. Lost between oneself, who you are and who we feel we are. The being of this coriagraphed world and the primal being within.
Great flow and structure, truly enjoyed this ink
Great flow and structure, truly enjoyed this ink
17th Feb 2014 12:01pm
wonderful poem of a hazardous journey, like being lost in a desert. but every day is a new beginning...
