Sometimes it feels like we are shuffling alone
in shades of life


Shades of Life...


No one can see
there is nothing there;
just lonely bits of life
with eyes looking down,
going nowhere,
shuffling alone
in shades of life.

Souls crying in church,
nobody cares;
nobody hears
the sermon anymore,
just words printed
on a vulgar page
in a very old book.

Beneath gray clouds,
songs unsung
have withered as
time stops moving
in unison with
words unspoken
in the shade of life.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2010-04-09 at 07:30

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Lifes book is in unknown numbers of volumes , trillions and then some , no life is unimportant , lifes are a dry stone in stone wall , remove even loosan just one , then the whole wall is weeakaned , each stone like a single stone , is vital to the whole wall that streches around this world of ours , rember no such THING as nothingness, no such THING s an empty bottle , that bottle has potential.
Hugs ( : - ) )
2010-04-09



This and "It's 2:00 a.m. again," make a strong statement of isolation, and the voice is almost resigned if not sad. I think these poems will resonate with everyone to varying degrees, for everyone has had these thoughts. Though somber I like the tone of these poems.

jim
2010-04-09