Poetry, Writing


Bleeding from my soul
My memories do wander
Corralling them takes all my strength
My energies are hindered

Such distances I travel
To hold on to my past
If only I could motivate
To create new ones for the future

Living in a world
That ended long ago
Wasting precious efforts 
On that which has been sown
And tilled beyond the limits
Of reaping anymore
A barren land of fruitlessness
I should have moved on long ago

Every being is a pioneer
In the life that is their own
Travel light of mind and soul
You won’t be disappointed

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