As
I write upon this page
What
is running through my head
I
wonder will anyone understand
Will
these words be lost or read
Like
the sand on an oceans shore
That
just washes out with the tied
Are
my words here like that sand
Will
man and God watch them die
Maybe
someday, some poor soul
Will
trip upon those grains of sand
If
they read them with their heart
They
will cry for their fellow man
What
was long ago, is true today
To
keep my soul from the pit I dread
I
try to write and hope you’ll read
what
is running through my head
2 comments:
At least you shared with folks in here,
even if about death they don't want to hear.
Your soul is here
If they want to know
About where
They too must go!
I will find all these imbedded things you hid...
Snaggle:
Less and less people are showing up.
Most of the others are gone.
I too will some day will fade away.
Please don't look with in my mind
It's to dark a light you'll need.
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