![]() The end of my notebookA Poem by isiah_holmes![]() The last poem i wrote in my notebook, the first time i have been able to fill an entire notebook![]() Trapped between perceptions, thoughts and expressions Crafting a sentence, a sentence, my sentence here seems way too long The children all grew up and are gone So long to the static, the noise as we panic Now run, you flee, sprint away from these cactus trees that flower today Splintering what the young man will say Creations manifest out of Kurts tar trap You are trapped, your trapped, stuck between your best friends words Dancing on piano cords All these faces float past my head I'm lying in my bed, trying to sleep-then it seeps Steeply driven into the ground, into this burial mound The sound and the sight when she turned to the night She indulges, divulges, confesses secrets hid away so long ago Oh please say it aint so At the end of a quest-the traveler has done his best The poet will wonder and ponder, as water drowns out his silent voice And he did have a choice... In this land we remain looking all the same Marching up and down all these shallow streets Young child, pick up your feet This world-this place, left me alone In this hole hoping i would turn to stone A world without ties is what i've known Searching for what the prophets know The truth they offer to show This is what my passenger knows The truth they offer to show So that one day I just might know...
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