Poetry

Poetry, poetry
Sometimes it just comes
To me
A faint shout that
Resides within my soul
An unconscious effort
Of a journey untold
My heart’s desires
Fantastical dreams
My outlet for this is my

Poetry, poetry
Why doesn’t it just come to me
I had it memorized
My pen and paper
Far from reach
Now the poem is gone
I beseech for it
To return
To my mind
It is gone, just gone you see
And will never sound the
Same
To me
Though you’re wondering
Why a writer lacked
Her pen
I do not know
It won’t happen again





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Emi said...
Jan. 15, 2009 at 5:27 pm
This poem is so cool!!!
 
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