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A Poem by bey
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a realization

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i can only speak a truth
that is my own
i am wretched and worn
from the life
i vividly see
 
i see through a venetian mind
reigns unattended
flailing like twisted arms
on falling bodies
tumbling head over toe
controlled by spinning
out of control
 
at the resting hour
i am told
the memory of me
smiles and laughs
and oatmeal cookies
finger paintings
and patched-knee pants
was once a memory of me
 
miles ago i lost a life
i yearn to own it
again

© 2009 bey


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I like this write and it is a realization. "miles ago I lost a life, i yearn to own it again" This is such a perfect line of reality, so many of us loses ourselves along the way of life. Such a great job, thanks for the write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


'i see through a venetian mind' this is a very powerful line to me, the whole poem speaks to me deeply very well penned

Posted 15 Years Ago


wow! very deep!

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is a very good poem! there are times in our lives that it seems the bottom falls out and all we have left are sweet memories. life is full of moments when we feel no control at all, and as i grow older i see that i really have no control only to sit back and enjoy the ride and have faith that God will provide! Thank You for sharing

Posted 15 Years Ago


Painful yet truthful write.
When there is a disconnect from self and no map on how to get back.
Been there done that...
Its an exhausting and weary existence.
I discovered that there is a light at the end of the tunnel
and to follow it.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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bey
bey

the peach's pit, GA



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