Words

Another day passes, gone,
All of these words and phrases,
Ringing hollow in a vacancy of our own.
We’re not two or equivalent to such,
No we are one, two human beings
Strung out in the world, lost,
With a distant purpose – we follow slowly…
As we take two steps forward,
We lunge a million back;
We’re searching the world, ourselves,
And this vast expanse for who we are.
We’re destined for solution,
Be it rough or shallow,
Our waking pools of tears shed hope,
That one day a seizure of the past
Will ignite our future in words once spoken.

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One thought on “Words

  1. Hannah says:

    I can only assume the meaning of this poem, I’m thinking it’s occasion was when i had to find myself again. Beautiful poem dear. “Ringing hollow in a vacancy of our own.” simply beautiful.

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