Innosense lost...

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Innosense lost...

In search of the soul now lost from pain
Used to be as one now as stone dried from lack of rain
Untouched by the words which once held such truths
She cares not for herself for to care is no use

Tears streams her face at night
When times comes to meet her light
She dances to the sounds of old
Pain surrendered by lost souls

Intoxicated by the truth she is his muse
As she twists an turns gracefully her body she mis use
Eyes piercing as the cold night
She captivates her demise
In this she find strength
But it is unknown how it begin

Fear is the refuge that gives her sight
Of the power once lost as a young child
Her strength she regains
Yet contradiction is her pain

As her name is announced
And the stage holds no doubts
To the character she plays
To the role she displays

And when her set is over
And reality is her truth
She upturns another bottle
in search of her refuge...to be continued








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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

ElishaTheTruth’s Poems (16)

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