For my best friend...
His feet are so tired,
He feels numb as he walks
Into the evening mist,
Looking for a hand
To hold his own.
Standing alone
In his crowd,
He stares into eyes
That reflect his tears,
And shut out his sorrow.
Slow, as a rivers crawl,
His soul sighs a tired breath,
As if to rest and reflect
This part of his journey,
Walking alone in the dark.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-06-17 at 05:48
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Alone in the Dark..
His feet are so tired,
He feels numb as he walks
Into the evening mist,
Looking for a hand
To hold his own.
Standing alone
In his crowd,
He stares into eyes
That reflect his tears,
And shut out his sorrow.
Slow, as a rivers crawl,
His soul sighs a tired breath,
As if to rest and reflect
This part of his journey,
Walking alone in the dark.
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 552 times
Written on 2006-06-17 at 05:48
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