So many things that I have left behind
Searching through the blank pages of my weary mind.
So much more than I forever hope to find,
These are the things that forever are so fine.
These questions trouble me, they surmount,
Moreso now than I could ever count.
My pen mocks me, my mind still does flount
Wondering forever and always, what it's all about.

10/26/2009

Author's Note: ... on writing poetry.....

Posted on 10/26/2009
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