Falling Into Deeper WatersA Poem by Kay
Stop me before my life is done,
Find me, falling beyond the Sun. Approaching the horizon sullen and lost At the silly task of life's cost. What? Say those who don't know What meticulous things grow In a forgotten stranger's broken mind. Somethings, you will wish you didn't find. Records of losses, losses and pain. Little tallies or sun, more of rain. Writing of worthless word define That shadowy dark, fine line. Stranger sad things yet to come, To some innocent prisoner of glum. Encounters on life's grieving shores. No ice, no drug will heal the sores. The loneliness drives deeper still As others define this as ill will. Ignorance seeps into those around, Leaving this stranger without sound. You'd quickly forget this pained young soul, Even if you had come with a goal. You'll leave the same, just the same as all. A benevolent touch turned to Maul. Soon, too soon, you will forget This girl, this stranger, plagued with regret.
© 2012 KayFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on December 26, 2012 Last Updated on December 26, 2012 Tags: prose, sad, melancholy, meticulous, poem, story Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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