Poem -
My Knowledge
The little I know
All burned into my memory
Secure on hold, can't fall
The new, required
Slides off;
So tired
Like hope, it leaves me
So quiet, believe me!
Not long;
All strong;
So dumb;
So numb;
Desired is knowledge
But not what I have!
Knowledge I feel no desire to crave.
The feeling, it leaves me.
The things I believe in.
The thought won't surrender,
The process, it kills me
Constantly loosing
The power; abusing
It's all so alerting
Illuminating my tears
Reflecting my worries.Â
My face won't stop leaking
The paunting is speeding
It covers my all;
Is this life just shorter,
Or is it just very far gone?
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Comments
It is deep within the heart of the poet where the
light truly shines......you have great metering inÂ
the delivery of this piece....but....it is in yourÂ
beautifully sculpted intent where this write makes me
proud to be a part of this site....where true poets
can find the space to be themselves......truly....
ALL STARS!!.....Pinned!!....well done and welcome
to COSMO!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo
Thank you for those kind words.
I feel honored to finally share my writings with people who care.