A Chapter by Wondering Mind

No words to rescue this

thought detention.

Once a stream flowed

        through this now barren land.

Imprisoned are my feelings.

Lonely are my days.

                                   Lonesome are my nights.

Thirst engulfs me in my deep dive,


© 2010 Wondering Mind

Author's Note

Wondering Mind
Haven't written in a while and it shows!!

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Great poem full of clear images and descriptions. A piece that many here would relate to.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Everyone feels alone at some point. And you know that's why I always like playing music when I write that way I can at least enjoy and sing along so I know I'm not alone. Nicely done and even more nicely written!

Posted 9 Years Ago

The font isn't hard, it's so stylish!
The font is so cute, it isn't that messy or hard to see or read, I love the way you do this and the poem is great!

Posted 9 Years Ago

no words... is bad

yes! like a barren land
where a stream once flowed

feelings without words
to set them free

thirsty loneliness
like that barren land
for the stream

but in writing the stream
always returns

Posted 9 Years Ago

FYI: The font is difficult!
Okay, could be great with polish!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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