Ever wondered why things in life are so hard to find? Read on.
looking for a friend.
I foraged for perfection
in order I could mend.
I foraged for a god although
aware I have no soul.
I foraged for some sunlight
in a place as black as coal.
I foraged inspiration
from a totally blank page.
I foraged for some peace
in a mind all filled with rage.
I foraged for the answers
to the questions in my mind.
I'm sick to death of foraging
for things I cannot find.
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-10-28 at 18:33
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FORAGING
I foraged through my enemy'slooking for a friend.
I foraged for perfection
in order I could mend.
I foraged for a god although
aware I have no soul.
I foraged for some sunlight
in a place as black as coal.
I foraged inspiration
from a totally blank page.
I foraged for some peace
in a mind all filled with rage.
I foraged for the answers
to the questions in my mind.
I'm sick to death of foraging
for things I cannot find.
Poetry by stevelee
Read 486 times
Written on 2006-10-28 at 18:33
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