A poem about...

steel_wingssteel_wings Posts: 5
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Slipping through,
Muddled,
Things ain't what they seem,
Today seems familiar,
Or is it yesterday,
Confusion,
Rainwater,
Washes all the colours,
Faces are just images,
No recognition,
Connections lost,
Can't find the right station,
Everyone talking,
Friday? Die-day?
I was at the fair?
Lost,
Can't pick up the thread.
Try to follow,
But no,
I've lost it,
And everything is dark again.
"all the trees, can't see through all the trees"
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  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    preachin to the choir my friend. know exactly where you are at.


    THE NEW CAR SMELL IS GONE!!!!

    I usually smoke a joint and then pray when this type of feeling rears it's ugly head.

    Healing is great way to meet new people. I liked reading you poem.

    Reminds me we are not alone in our suffering.
  • thanx for the support lol, your poems are good 2 as you will see by my affixed post to "2 poem", cya round
    "all the trees, can't see through all the trees"
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