Thursday, October 13, 2011

A very old poem

its funny looking at old poems you write when you were younger :)

heres one i wrote some years back


Passionate goals hidden deep beneath hopes of redemption
Feelings harbored over a lifetime gently hidden
Once stroked they flow over
The flow measured by the force of the stroke
Throughout time everything is connected
Yet connections unattended seem lost in oblivion
Creating barely unnoticeable holes in the soul
 Nothing is ever truly lost
It is merely out of reach and hidden
And can't find it's way home

Where do I start?
Where do I look?
Where do I find it?
What am I missing?

Let it fill you up
Let it flow over
Let it reach me here
So I can assure you
We are connected

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