Always the shadow, never the sun,
Always the race, but never the run.
Always the flicker, never the flame,
Always the face, but never the name.
Always the thinker, never the thought,
Always the answer, never the sought.
Always the dreamer, never the dream,
Always a whisper, never a scream.
Always the artist, never the view,
Always the old, never the new.
Always the heart, but never the beat,
Always the path, but never complete.
Always the echo, never the sound,
Always the seeker, never the found.
Always the shape, never the mold,
Always the silver, never the gold.
Always the start, never the motion,
always the lake, never the ocean.
Always the watchful, never the seen,
Always the background, never the scene.
Always the touch, but never the hold,
Always the story, but rarely retold.
Always the page, but never the book,
Always the glance, but never the look.
Always the writer, with words to choose,
But always the writer, and never the muse.
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Chaos In My Mind
Poetry𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
