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Fear Of Me
Freedom a state I seek
Each moment I lie awake
Another ray filters in rousing
Restless rumours of slumber
Over thinking every move I make
Forgetting nothing but what matters
Mindless muddles of thought never
Erasing an unpleasant past
Leaving traces of me
Along the lonely path
Scattered amongst
The well wishers and
Singers of false praise
Freedom a state I seek
Over time taken away with
Reflections of a younger self
Each wrinkle highlighted by
Visions of endless fright
Echoed in hollow chambers
Replayed every sleepless night
Each moment I lie awake
Another ray filters in rousing
Restless rumours of slumber
Over thinking every move I make
Forgetting nothing but what matters
Mindless muddles of thought never
Erasing an unpleasant past
Leaving traces of me
Along the lonely path
Scattered amongst
The well wishers and
Singers of false praise
Freedom a state I seek
Over time taken away with
Reflections of a younger self
Each wrinkle highlighted by
Visions of endless fright
Echoed in hollow chambers
Replayed every sleepless night
Published 2nd Feb 2017
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2nd Feb 2017 7:25am
Those last lines hit hard. The endless fight. Being worn down through the years.
Great write, friend.
Great write, friend.
2nd Feb 2017 1:49pm
2nd Feb 2017 8:54am
Oh, how I felt this one deeply...
I love the repetition of "Freedom a state I seek"
Excellent write, Tim!
I love the repetition of "Freedom a state I seek"
Excellent write, Tim!
2nd Feb 2017 1:50pm
3rd Feb 2017 5:00pm
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2nd Feb 2017 1:56pm
Those nocturnal nights are endless, when one dives in the minds crook where love, pain and disappointments linger, pooling..pulling.....which you've captured so well JT.
2nd Feb 2017 2:05pm
That is a place I try to steer clear but get trapped there to often...Thank you
2nd Feb 2017 3:28pm
Scattered amongst
The well wishers and
Singers of false praise
That sunk deeply, Tim. Life is full of such shallowness that seems to enhance the emptiness between the beauty we experience. But then without such contrast, how would we ever recognize genuineness?
A good contemplative write.
The well wishers and
Singers of false praise
That sunk deeply, Tim. Life is full of such shallowness that seems to enhance the emptiness between the beauty we experience. But then without such contrast, how would we ever recognize genuineness?
A good contemplative write.
3rd Feb 2017 5:01pm
