Words Are Short-Lived
Words are dying everyday
As short-lived as when imagined
A plead be a beseeching dismay
Yet as lived... where have I been?
Perhaps a little guidance for despair
A foothold for the disappearing grounds
To once more walk with a solemn flare
And nevermore with fear to turn simply around
Yet the more to will, I am not to see
Of words begging a difference for someone to be
A broken faith upon the unfounded me
Remains only a founded me to never be free
Where the world stands, I stand alone
Misguided, misjudged, misunderstood and misgiven
Where I stand, the world isn’t my home
And with solitude... I ask yet to be forgiven
Have I not have words if I may?
As short-lived as forgettably imagined
Where words are dying everyday
And as lived... I could only have been
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2012
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