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4-10-03
by Oliver DrewmanA passion for words has left
It goes not where I know
I feel somewhat bereft
For a color to life, a glow
Disillutionment has set upon
My life it's sallow pale
So I still traverse anon
Barest of breezes in my sail
Pushed beyond my measure
What will be the price
Find the largest treasure?
Or more sharp sacrifice?
Journey, journey, journey on
Pierce the shallowness
Then find it is gone
Dissapearing emptiness
Where nothing is really wrong 04/10/2003 Posted on 04/11/2003
Copyright © 2024 Oliver Drewman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/15/03 at 03:26 AM This is an excellemt expression...I can relate... Very well written |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/15/03 at 03:56 AM An expression of realization when face to face. A realization in the realm of languagelessness. Nice piece. |
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