For Now And Evermore

By Lorenzo

 

 

A prick of poison

Doubts your own power

A haunted voice

You will never flower

There is a place all mind

No one can touch

Soft and Sweet a personal retreat

Not much grows except potential for new dreams I have yet to find

It seems I’m not here, and yet I am

Lost in delusion

Split between…the there and not there

A crack in my thoughts, that signals life from a distant place

Whispers on the winds that send suggestions of more

I cannot quite grab, but told to be bold and let them grow

Much we don’t know, but the bad in the ground rots to fertilize what may be had.

Tears water-what does it matter, when left to nothing all seems possible.

For Now and EverMore!

 

 

 

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