Time zones for the weakA Poem by mendedwords
Searching, searching through thin air as
Time lapses and agitates the perfect That's put into perspective from a Prism that's really a prison. Passion for the curious, But.... curiosity lead to a heat wave of Frustration under the curious sun; Under these circumstances clouds seem Too far away, too far to touch When rain shaped in the drop of inspiration is all that is needed. © 2014 mendedwords |
StatsAuthormendedwordsVandalia, OHAboutI am a recent college grad who has developed a passion for writing over the past few years, my goal is to find out who I am as a writer and to one day have my poetry published. more..Writing
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