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Alienation Frustration
When I sit
on my own
I may be upset
I don't know
I can't forget
the written feelings
I have shown
childhood voices ringing
of friends I once known
all the thoughts
that I have had , that flown
the memory of my life which was carried
in an ancient wind
that had blown .
Way out and through
the shimmering leaves
the place I knew
went with the breeze .
I may stare
at the toxic air
my eyes may appear vacant
my expression bare
but sometimes inside you die
the sky may cry
for your dreams
emotions flare
as nostalgia leaves
but I am always aware
no matter how distant I look
I come back
to whatever this life means
to a sharp rock thats gleams
to what I call home
I am there alone
once again it seems .
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Published 6th Jan 2010
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6th Jan 2010 10:23pm
...completes itself like a circle which is an achievement in itself, Paul. This is a good description of having your anchor in the right place.
7th Jan 2010 1:49am
