LOST

Lost
In a tangle of thoughts
Briar thick thorny thoughts
Daring me to venture further
A sweet scent of roses
Bidding me rest, relax
Let the thoughts come to you
For they seek
The playground of your mind
Long for the challenge
Of confusion’s conundrum
Sneer at the strict interpretation
Of simplicity’s duplicity
Wait for the flowers of thought
To bloom
Knowing that their beauty
Will soon be
Lost
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Wolf Avatar
June 18, 2025 at 8:00 PM
A rose by any other name is --- a pretty thorn.
Willason Avatar
June 18, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Hi John, Your skill on full display...an exquisite thought journey. Every line delivers and I thoroughly enjoyed reading quite a few times.
Lawless Avatar
June 18, 2025 at 5:09 PM
Glad you enjoyed it Paul. I always got nervous when I was told...."we'll just leave you alone with your thoughts"
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