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Haunting Me
Haunting me
Like a dream
Of broken sleep;
A night of passage
In discarded light.
Continued in my day of commonplace
With sins of a sharpened knife.
I, alone, walk with remembrance.
Of a simple life
The kind that did not care,
That lived for the sake of living.
The kind that was happy with happiness,
That lived for each moment
And died for each soul.
And after all,
Isn't that what it's all about?
Love this! Some people may
Love this! Some people may see this as dark, but really its not... it's a soul swimming in a sea, trying to find a way back to shore.... my fav line,
A night of passage
In discarded light.
Continued in my day of commonplace
With sins of a sharpened knife.
Speaking of my own personal experiences, and what I have just come through.... this really spoke to me. Thank you!!
I like your idea better of a
I like your idea better of a soul swimming in a sea trying to find a way back to shore. You should expound upon that. You seem to be very visual and have a very acute sense of imagery. Thanks for taking to time to read and comment!