I find myself thinking of the past
More often since I'm older
That explains the wrestling
I must endure
Reflection is catharsis for the soul
But can also rip a hole in it
Will I ever learn to balance
Thoughts of you?
Thoughts lingering on happy times
Blessed moments mine to treasure
Reality roars from guilt's deep pit
Oh well, my hell...
I find myself thinking of the past
More often since I'm older
Will I ever learn to balance
Thoughts of you?
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6/26/2019
Poetry form: Lyric
© 2019 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved
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Lyric Poetry
PuisiLyric poetry can be highly musical, and is usually the private expression of emotion by a single speaker. My lyric poetry consists of little scribbles and echoes of life.
