Years lost, to my mind wearing thin,
From its lack of focus on all things ahead,
To the holes like swiss cheese,
Hastily repaired like patchwork with pins,
Until the day comes where I fall asleep,
Peaceful and without worry,
I only worry I'll forever be left trying to find,
All the pieces of my soul I left in each person I meet,
And then the day comes, where nothing,
Nothing seems to happen or matter,
But it only matters to me, and I care not,
Not for money, wealth or golden rings,
Only years lost are what occupies my mind,
But I have come to realisation in recent years,
That as I rise and fall in bed each day and night,
That as long as I am left content as I breathe, everything will be alright.
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nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED
PoetryMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of words (poetry and prose) my heart wishes to say, but has not found the courage to do do. [FINISHED]
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