He walks among us in disguise
Whispering to both wild and wise
We don't even realize
We've given ear to he
As we do not yet recognize
Him who gently touches inside
Our mind with soft blue
Tones of melancholy
Passions that once made us whole
He slipped into our hearts and stole
Leaving our soul
Aching from the hole he leaves behind
Gentle and yet heavy hands
The likes hard to understand
Tug at threads beginning
To Unravel and unwind
Paths we walked now slowly Crumble
Our once content feet now stumble
Questioning why we
Feel so broken and unsatisfied
Where we were and where we are
Seem so very far apart
How did we slip onto
This other side?
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painted poet
PoetryWhat memories give me grief or gratitude, Tempts my firey attitude, comes to my mind In the wee hours of night Or of the mornings first blinking light, The second edition to my collection of fragments, pulled together like bits of stained glass, ...
