If I could write today
I'd write of a friend.
About his sobbing soul
and his heart wrenching in pain.
A soul that thirsts for unconditional love
and a heart that searches for peace.
and a mind that mostly feel incomplete
without the treasure he seeks.
If I could Write today
I would tell you the tale of a man,
who fought and won,
who lived for the game
and made money
at every turn.
A man who sits alone
when the hour of the day has past.
A man who is blessed with silence
but cannot stand being alone in the dark.
I would speak of his fortune
the blessings he has
and the irony that he has now,
all he wanted to possess.
Yet he misses the golden hour of dawn
the sizzling streak of purple gold at sunset.
But today of all days
I seem to have lost
the will to weave a tale
of these words and thoughts.
So today this story must be told
as straightforwardly as it is felt,
without the cruches of beautiful words
or any embellishments,
for today the heart of an old friend
has lost his way again.
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3 comments:
This depicts a clear crystal wave of thoughts flowing from soul. Grand!!!
wow
by any chance do you know me?
it seems as if we have met and talked for ages. you seem to have nut shelled my past 4 months into the above.
hey still life & Harish thanks for the comments its always nice to know what you've written is being read and appreciated. It really made my day
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