Forever Lost
Day falls into nightblending with the tommorow.
Through wake and sleep I drift
with no direction to follow.
My life ticks on with endless beat
of my heart.
Always waiting forever lost.
Forever Lost
Day falls into nightDucez commented on Forever Lost
07-02-2010
07/08/2010
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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