Lost in an existence
Of contemplation
Unaware in a trance
Of unworldly complexion
Lost in a life
You are not living
Gone in just a strife
Of disbelieving
Lost in a constant worry
Of all and everythings
Ever you will bury
Your unused given wings
Lost in a forgotten time
To which you belong
Waiting for the bell-chime
When heaven will be gone
Author notes
I honestly have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this...... sorry.
Written January 9th, 2005
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I love this poem. I picked it for your contest "take mine and make it yours". I think what you were saying is that people get so trapped in thier own heads and opinions on the world that they forget to see the world and appreciate what is before them. I really enjoy this poem.
~Laura -
I read it twice through, and what I've picked up is something along the lines of telling people to use what gifts they have, for if you don't..they will dissapear. Dunno, maybe I'm wrong, anyhoo...very clean, clever write. I like this line: Lost in a constant worry
Of all and everythings
Ever you will bury
Your unused given wings
Great write
-Mike
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