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 11 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 11 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 11 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 11 Years Ago

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

Posted 11 Years Ago

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