March 1, 2008

Dazed

By writesome

Screaming wildly at the night
Silently my voice ripples
Only the soul feels my pain
Only the darkness sees me

Lost hunting, wondering
Prey falls before me
Lapping up the hope
Giving way to hunger

Yesterday tickles the old soul
Replaying dreams forgotten 
Lives lived a thousand times
To harvest this moment

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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome

This entry was posted on Saturday, March 1st, 2008 at 9:22 pm and posted in Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

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2 responses to “Dazed”

• brahnamin
  March 6th, 2008 at 1:55 am

  NICE.

  seriously, just NICE. i absolutely love the imagery throughout.

  liking the title less

  simply because the images feel so alive and aware. nothing in this poem says dazed to me. its too raw and visceral for a word that fuzzy.

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• writesome
  March 6th, 2008 at 10:28 am

  Thanks Brahnamin. The title came before the clarity.

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