...Looking Out

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    ...Looking Out

    Once I was a mighty oak
    Standing in a field of stone.
    I was surrounded by the masses,
    But I was all alone.
    I was trapped inside!
    With a million souls watching me.
    I was looking out!
    At a world in which I'd never be.

    Now I'm just a grain of sand
    Inside an hour-glass.
    Falling from the future,
    I transcend the present to the past.
    I'm trapped inside!
    With a million souls just like me.
    I'm looking out!
    At a world in which I'll never be.

    Soon I'll be a memory
    Like an early morning fog.
    A kaleidoscope of poetry
    About the life and loves I lost.
    I'll be free!
    Like millions of souls before me.
    I'll be looking out!
    At a world that I won't need.

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    sammia commented on ...Looking Out

    02-16-2010

    Beautifully written. Great read for the early morning raiser. I enjoyed this very much. You have a way with words that just pull at the strings of my heart. Love the flow. Keep writing and sharing.
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    coolwizard

    02/16/2010

    Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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