Whispers …
I ain’t crazy,
just a fragile being,
a lonely star called an outcast
- I pray for the strength to keep going on …
Only lies could make this all go away
- the voices in my head,
the faces before me;
the thought of you gives vigor to my bones …
Too late I’ve come to appreciate that there comes a curse,
I’ve got no place left to stray
- pity; won’t see the light of your devotion any longer,
it’s time to pay …
'The Unfailing Spring' started as a hobby back in school - a column for my own style of poetry. It became real to me as everyday thoughts, feelings and experiences were brought to life in my narrations. I hope this page will be a source of inspiration to all who stop by - do feel free to post your comments!
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