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by Jennifer L Banks

Screams and screams
Of hellions dreams
A cursed waste of time?
Past voices soothe a lonely soul
of her troubled airs walking alone.

Comfort sought under these hands of mine,
old times stuck in my mind.
Memories flash, nothing can last yet
what is it that we hold on to?

Of warm hands and loving eyes,
of memories of so long ago.
They swish and dance about my mind.
I wilt & wonder at the future.
What the hell will happen now?
How much longer do I stand, screaming
into the void?

Analogous he says....


Posted on 12/31/2009
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/12/10 at 06:00 PM

you have written a wonderful poem and in it is a question posed which we will not in our lifetimes resolve, even with the Muse lending her assistance. the mystery remains and that is what keeps us writing such wonderful poems as this.

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