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I Go There But Just Cannot Get It Back

I Go There But Just Cannot Get It Back I go there but just cannot get it back The buildings there are quite a bit older But no loud trains run down that iron track I was young then, strong and very much bolder. I go there but just cannot get it back The buildings there are quite a bit older Time has left me only an empty sack And reminders of lies I once told her. I beg, beg loud to yet again hear it That sweet music of love and heart sounding The kind that once so well soothed my spirit I feel in prison now darkness surrounding. I beg, beg loud to yet again hear it That sweet music of love and heart sounding O'lord that darkness I do so fear it In dreams rabid beasts are my life hounding. I go there but just cannot get it back The buildings there are quite a bit older But no loud trains run down that iron track I was young then, strong and very much bolder. Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2021 Rhyme, repetition and revelations Note One : Searching, searching , searching for a lost truth Yet again I went to small town of my youth Yet only silence was there to be found And in these iron chains I am still bound Yet try as I may and try as I might Getting it back is an impossible fight And no matter the bitter tears I bleed Time and Fate both gladly deny my need But when the dam breaks and I feel that urge Through these veins aching red blood surge I find myself racing down that old path Praying against hope, against life's dark wrath Searching, searching , searching for a lost truth Yet again I went to small town of my youth Yet only silence was there to be found And in these iron chains I am still bound. Note Two: You just can never go back!!! Note Three: This was to be in my third Creation Blog but it was not completed in time. As the Note One Part, had not came to me yet,,,,

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Besma Riabi Dziri

Date: 6/23/2021 11:00:00 PM

Nothing would escape the frames of time.. as we try to set foot once again on places that we used to belong to.. we feel an estrangement of the soul, a huge weight of loss.. an unrecognizable state of mind.. Places acquire the shape of our visions, Love, habits.. they wear the scent of our touch, the print of our tread.. With time every thing fades away.. only memories would remain.. a sweet spot, a dark hole, an aching feel, a carved scar.. Amazing what you have depicted, Robert of the human soul who would recognize their existence in the flow of time and a dwelled place.. Every single word bears a deep thought and an aching sentiment.. So wonderful poetry! My deepest regards and blessings.

Robert Lindley
Date: 6/24/2021 3:15:00 AM

In that understanding- limited as it may be --we oft grieve and seek to deny the destruction wrought! We seek to return to a kinder, more gentle time when we were in our innocence and so blithefully unaware of the magnitude of the darkness/evil in this world! When in that abject blindness- we held greater hope, greater dreams, truer appetite for life and truth and the wish that humanity would love more and hate far, far, far less... God bless...

Robert Lindley
Date: 6/24/2021 3:10:00 AM

Thank you my friend. You are right on the mark - we move through space and time and as we go behind us is the vanishing storm that Time and Decay so consistently stir, swell, imbue with such unalterable power! And we, we mortals- we -thinking-- creatures have the capacity to see, feel, know and partially understand that reality.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 6/23/2021 2:48:00 PM

When you visit the old haunts its never quite the same and you end up wishing you hadn't. Tom

Robert Lindley
Date: 6/23/2021 2:57:00 PM

Exactly!! Eventually , you find it is the people , the time there , the youth , the innocence lost that gets you. That is what your heart and soul is truly wanting to get back.. And it hurts so bad to face that reality-even when you knew all along -that you'd face it again. I am stubborn, that was my 5th time facing it... But for even a small taste of that happiness once felt there, I'd suffer mightily yet again! God bless...