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Turn the page

 

Inside this mind a thought is formed,
Then cast aside to remain no more.
A lightning bolt inside a storm;
My memory returns as if it was before.


So words are said to set us free
And they do, as I tell you the tale of me.
Myself and I are a symbiotic personality.
My mind, body and soul create poetry.


Succinct when in sync,
Through these stories I speak.
The boy, now a man,
Is forever becoming more unique.


This life is too short and time is no friend;
The watcher is watching and waiting for the end,
But he shall remain unfulfilled, on that you can depend,
Because I have much more to do, before I ascend.


My soul has grown weary and needs to speak out.
Protest, or suggest; a way to remove the doubt.
Many have come before me, so I have no need to shout;
We are close now, so I can whisper and you shall hear aloud.


Minds are for changing and I am no longer the same;
I have passed through the dark times, I have turned the page.
The rain has stopped falling and even now I remain,
A poet, the poet; unheard of…
But one day you will know my name.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Written by AaHarvey
Published | Edited 27th Feb 2017
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