Friend Within Hear Me

a cumminication from within myself, along with feelings I have seen both in myself and others.

I smell sweet country spring waves of many scents.

I tell of beauty of rolling hills, creating a valley.

I touch the love of my life, luckier than many gents.

I have spoken of my sorrows; I have nothing to tally.

My desires and dreams have faded with this maturity.

However, others have taken shape to which I follow.

I need to hear that I have learned from the majority.

I need to hear that at least my mind is not hollow.

I need to hear that somehow I have made a difference.

I need to hear that love I have given; there is a reason.

For past thoughts and wishes, I ask for reverence.

Since my seed has stopped, I have no new season,

I smell crispness of cool autumn air at the end.

I tell of loneliness of country roads to nowhere.

I feel loss of many loves with no future to send.

I have spoken words in ink, all my heart can bare.

However, my mind, I hear, many may say I am selfish.

However, most of you have continuation to relinquish.

My friend within I beg you to stop searching for a wish.

Then possibly more things in life, you may accomplish.

Reviews

[Holly]

This was made of win. I really liked this one and you set this, kind of unique tone to it. I think there was just one minor detail that i.m.o. could stand for improving but the rest, perfect!