Poem - Untitled
A sad and aging figure, sighing softly
Sings a song never heard.
Mourning lost chances, lost loves,
and loss for the sake of loss.
All of the wisdom and life experiences
can not bring fulfillment.
Grey surrounds, the clouds hang heavy.
The wind feels like a thousand biting
whips against hot, welting skin.
Originally written in January 2006.
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Sings a song never heard.
Mourning lost chances, lost loves,
and loss for the sake of loss.
All of the wisdom and life experiences
can not bring fulfillment.
Grey surrounds, the clouds hang heavy.
The wind feels like a thousand biting
whips against hot, welting skin.
Originally written in January 2006.
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poem, poetry, old age, sad, life, poet
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