Lost And Found

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  • Realization
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  • Thought Provoking

    Poem Commentary

    Seeing that the one who left you behind wasn't even worth it.

    Lost And Found
    Drenched in mist lay flat
    Searching for signs of life distant
    Not the wind blows a scent
    So moist a fire could not be lit
    My mind lost more then a bit
    Easing for a cool shallow pool
    How could I have been such a fool?
    Does my fate call for pain?
    After all this what will I gain?
    Wonder floods my own reality
    Dazed in migranes of hurt
    Twisted inside out
    Finding myself again I doubt
    Breaking the blade 
    My heart, a dark invade
    I awoke with a gasp
    To see I only dreamt that need of you
    Seeing myself alive in life
    A smile of victory fills my face
    I see I won this race Drenched Drenched
    Drenched in mist lay flat
    Searching for signs of life distant
    Not the wind blows a scent 
    So moist a fir could not be lit
    My mind lost more then a bit
    Easing for a cool shallow pool
    How could I have been such a fool?
    Does my fate call for pain?
    After this what will I gain?
    Wonder floods my own reality
    Dazed in migraines of hurt
    Twisted inside out
    Finding myself again I doubt
    Breaking the blade
    My heart, a dark invade
    I awoke with a gasp
    To see I only dreamed that need of you
    Seeing myself alive in life
    A smile of victory fills my face
    I see i won this race 
     

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    redbloodink commented on Lost And Found

    04-13-2010

    Nice write... Good race....... faith is enough to caary you across the finish line.......... red
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    thecross commented on Lost And Found

    04-13-2010

    A nice realization piece about the build up of the situation being greater than the actual situation, good write.
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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