Memories rise to the
Surface of raging emotions,
Tossed out like shattered pieces
Of my shipwrecked self…
Yet the feelings are as strange
As the familiar world of an amnesiac
Trying to recognize what he doesn’t know that he knew,
Once again…
For the vibrant soul was buried
Deep within the grains of this desert sand,
But now it’s lost, altered and estranged
In an act of survival and vengeance defiant…
And the passion, it finally rose
in the eye of the volatile storm
Spinning me in the rhythm
of its unexpected bellowing blows
But it’s been far too long inside
I’ve gathered those shattered pieces
While looking for a way out
I’m looking for a way out
There must be a way out
Before the last spark
In my soul
Wears
out…
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K Said:
on October 16, 2011 at 11:34 pm
Great poem!
mindterrible Said:
on October 16, 2011 at 11:38 pm
Great judge ;)