Spirit Search
wondering down a forgotten path,
words seeming empty to soul,
having forgotten gods wrath,
i turn away from things unimportant.
this being my epifiny, my turning point, my misery,
for no one loves a selfish rebel.
pondering drenched in many fears,
pain seeming intorable at last,
having forgotten the feeling of tears,
i turn back to childish imagination.
this being my epifiny, my turning point, my misery,
for no one loves a selfish fool.
wondering, pondering, searching for truth,
when at first i should have looked in the mirror.
Copyright © Aleshia Barnett | Year Posted 2006
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