Left so far behind there was no sight of light to lead the way. Looking at my life through pictures that no longer include me. Forever stoned by past moments that will never be forgotten. No tears should ever sheed from these eyes. He never gives you anything you can't handle but even he wepted. No thoughts of forgetting when help was needed. When I cried out without screaming, struggled to find balance on a round surface. There are no plans on making this life or those thoughts permanent or changing minds. Just of living in ways where dispair can't touch this shatter broken being they say I am

Should I publish this?

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Tue 27th Dec 2016 18:58

despite the theme of sadness running through this poem Leigh,it is beautiful! Welcome to write out loud by the way.


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