I'm lost.
lost.
Lost.
lost. I'm far gone from my consciousness.
The misty dark, sorrow-filled soul cemetery swallowed me.
The cries of a weeping son echoed,
in search of help.
He was alone.
He was surrounded by other lost souls..... but he was alone.
Alone..,
Fighting the voices and the temptations of the everyday living of his adjoining confidants.
Until,
until,
patiently hanging fire,
his night turned to day,
where he could see the sun,
The sun shimmering through the evergreen trees,
dazzling on the pupils of condensed droplets reflection.
A dew droplet caught his attention.
He was intrigued.
Closer and closer his feet trickle toward the droplet on the half-damped leaf.
Eyes wide open,
fused with the droplet,
an image of a lost soul finding its reflected being appeared ,
in its eyes.... reflecting.
_Shawnavan Earle
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TALES OF A CONFUSED MIND
PoetryThis book has been years in the making. It contains a cluster of poems, not inane sequence or storytelling form but rather all falling under a similar theme. Some of poems are a bit personal to me but most of them are character based.I tend to imagi...
