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A Place to Rest My Soul

Life for me was hollow,

Color's were just a shade,

The days just ran together,

Dreams they slowly fade.



Every waking moment,

getting harder than the last,

Hopes about the future,

tarred and feathered by the past.



Smiles a force of habit,

As pure as man-made snow,

Real enough to see it,

But fake enough to know.



My actions like a zombie,

thoughtless instinct to the core,

no rhyme or reason for it,

my life was just a bore.



Then an unexpected beacon,

Happened to come within my sight,

After months of colorless nothing,

My eyes adjust to light.



A spark to light this candle,

that burned out long ago,

Some fuel to feed my engine,

A jump start to my soul.



A little faith in fairy tales,

has come back to me tonight,

I want this to be it now,

I believe in love at first sight.



I await a second meeting,

for the first was short but sweet,

but in the span of being strangers,

she swept me off my feet.



I know not what becomes us,

but for now it gives me hope,

For now it stops the bleeding,

It loosens up this rope.



But just that much has brightened.

A dark and lonely town,

A spot to rest my feet on,

when i was just about to drown.



© 2-4-2009 L.K.Sorrows

Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013


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A myspace treasure I found on my page I wrote in 2009.

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  • Sj Holland (6/3/2013 8:41:00 PM)

    My fav lines are:

    Hopes about the future,

    tarred and feathered by the past....

    Smiles a force of habit,

    As pure as man-made snow, ....

    Excellent descriptions.

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/1/2013 6:21:00 AM)

    Where there is life there is always hope. We may fall in
    a deep dark tunnel sometimes but we lift ourselves up when
    we see a light at the end of the tunnel. A thoughtful write.

  • ..... W@king Up..... (4/27/2013 2:35:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem :) it looks as if you are a person that has found that light at the end of the tunnel. Love this, great write :)

    -W

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