Next to the road of life

Next to the road of life

A Poem by SleeplessVolcano

I bled my soul onto a sheet
my ink whispered softly in the wind
my pen fought like a knight
and told my eyes
the story of who I thought I was
but those winds of change
became too strong
and grabbed that letter of life
and sucked it into a tornado
of forgetfulness
so here I sit
next to the road of untold stories
waiting
for someone else's story to write
for mine
is gone with the wind.

© 2017 SleeplessVolcano



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SleeplessVolcano
Image by Yuumei, on Deviant Art

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I bled my soul onto a sheet
my ink whispered softly in the wind
my pen fought like a knight

Mmm loved these lines.... :)
Sounds like a painful write...
Kind of losing self to time...

Posted 7 Months Ago


But Gone with the Wind was a pretty big movie. (smile) We all have a million stories and we live a new one every day. Just pick out one and there goes the old writer's block. Your life is just as interesting as the next Joe's...and to quote Sam Clemens, just write what you know. I've always enjoyed reading your work. Continue on bold poet.

Posted 7 Months Ago


SleeplessVolcano

7 Months Ago

Thanks my friend. There’s a novel inside all of us, and if we really start scratching we may find.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

7 Months Ago

Yes. It's sometimes a mood, a dream or just a thought we have...I knew an author who said he never w.. read more
Powerful and worthwhile words and thoughts. Life can go too fast. Easy to be forgotten. I liked the deep thoughts leading to honest ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Months Ago


SleeplessVolcano

7 Months Ago

Thanks John. We should never forget, although we do, sadly.
Coyote Poetry

7 Months Ago

I agree and you are welcome.

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