Where I ResideA Poem by Aella.livesWhere my garden lies, Behind the shrubs
and dandelions, I follow trails
that lead me lost, To keep to heart
and not just home. Where I stay is in shallow talks, Of mystery and lack
of faith, Such to me sounds
like apathy, Just like my
cheerless metronome. Where my wits
really live, Are but of chivvied
ache. Do not call me back
to pain, For I am not sure I
could sing to that. Where my love waits
is not at now, But of then and
bunks with hope. To a better day of
tomorrow, And maybe they will
return. Where my voice may
reside, Is in my eyes when
you speak to me. No grief is passed
through you, Lost, are those
feelings now. Where I dwell is in
a form of things, Such as every cave. But if I can call
forth all my self, You would get a
person whole. © 2012 Aella.livesReviews
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StatsAuthorAella.livesBitter Isles, GAAboutI write poetry and occasionally short stories as a hobby... I am so completely lost in what I want to do with my life.. But I enjoy what little bit of life I do have... I have a cat named Elvis and .. more..Writing
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