Posted in Poetry

Who am i?

Take me back to a time,
Where no lack of a rhyme,
Could dance in the shadows,
Or prance in the meadows.

My lack of being fine
Is the nack of seeing between lines.

Winds whisper wistful words
Moons mourn over my misery
Stars silently scream sidereal sayings

For who am i?
To see through eyes
In their souls obscurity

For who am i?
To questions their goodbyes
When it’s the probability
Of a never ending lie.

So see me silently sit here
Sip my tea peacefully
Awaiting a sensation
Of the world sayin’
Hello.

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I write, I rant and I ramble, but it's not the best.

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