Stationary reminders of how transient all of life can be, as we sit in authority of what we can never explain.
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Walking along emotions,
Preferring to look, but not feel – giving myheart a rest from all the trials that willsoon give me an example of sorrow.Wanting all of life to just accept me throughnature, loving the peace being instilled inmy soul.Thanking God for putting it there.
Heart beats slowly with it’s coming age, healing quietly,
Growing forward, hoping to alter endings of tomorrow’sevening with bountiful goodness.Finding instead, that hope is fading, because fate insistson continuing down paths of old.It is difficult to heal quietly when sorrow exists in eachof us, refusing to go through a necessary period of change.
Wriggling inside, nervous energy squirming around, allowing for all the stress going on today – it’s pretty mild.
Far into my mind I delve and dive, attempting to bring myself into a somewhat relaxed mode.Life must be slowed down so I can remember what it’s like to be smart again because of memory problems plaquing and suffocating my intellect.Arriving at conclusions close to imagination I strive to coallesce and collate every thought into…
Emptiness fills empty spaces hidden within my mind,
my brain.Sensing beginnings of new turns in reality, I findfundamental truths and elicit them in poems of touchingrhythms.Performing special routines as I gather as many imagesas possible.
Sorrowfully watching youngsters play around, having fun,
While I sit in aging moments, wishing my friend was herewith me.Remembering the good times we’ve had together.Joy, laughter, talks we had, wanting it all back.In memories, walking, hoping, praying for an end to heranger towards me.
Sitting, hands clasped upon his knees, watching the other guys play pool.
A quiet, gentle man whom I respect tremendously as a friend of ours.