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Lost Track
step by step the road goes ever on
twisting and turning and no break for the soul
no one beside me, no way to get home
my feet have grown tired and my mind has flown.
there is little i care for down this beaten path.
no colour to this grey life, no sounds to this track.
no way to move forward, no sence to go back
and yet i find I'm still here all alone,
nothing i could share anyway, nothing to live on.
Time has betrayed me, let me feel i was there
let me hear the waves at my feet, let me touch the wind in my hair.
I'm nothing but a memory, failing and cold
anonemous
i like this poem because the words could be manipulated to so many meanings...
Variety is the spice of life
I try my best to give it a few angles so people can perceive there own path through my maze of words
oh and thanks for all your crits by the way :) i'll be sure to read some more of your stuff and give it some thumbs up
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.