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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In my thoughts poetic words are swirling, I found writing at an early age, Tumbling and whirling, like caged birds; Depth of spirit and creativity are mine; Trapped and reckless to be set free, Memories are free flowing in my words, I must find paper and pen and release; Deep inspired poetry releases the past; The fluttering, my muse is screaming, I drift and float, soul searching my inner life, In my head, or is that me? Meaningful words pour out the sorrow. I start to write and sad poems come, I let go of the past, I let the pain drift, Creeping, word bleeding on paper; I lay each sorrowful and weeping word bare; Oh do all poets struggle or just me? Bleeding upon a white page of paper, And as I pen my verse, I weep. My poems are full of tears and memories. The writing done, I sigh a tear, I have laid open this heart for all to see, My muse has set me free; The story of my life can be found easily; Memories are all I have, Photographs that float in my dreamy thoughts, And the rain is falling down. The tomb is wet, so dark, so cold. The pages of my life fluttering, Words deep engraved for all eternity, Past the ornate gate; The wind takes my long hair and trees tremble; Voices and murmurs calling me, Past the ornate gate and winding road, I kiss dead lips and caress cold hands. I so often stand in this place of sorrow. ________________________________ September 26, 2015 Poetry/Free Verse/Cracked and Fragmented Words Copyright Protected, ID 15- 712-305-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Inspired by the poem Crack like fissures written by Richard Lamoureux
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