The Search

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    The Search

     In my mind this old instinctive feeling,ripping,tearing through my soul
    the lost the dead and dying the air i breathe so cruel
    my heart my spirit at the point of break,the wanderlust urge once again i fear i must slake
    to travel this world round searching for my  body my meaning my whole,my ancient all that i am
    praying to GOD that when it's said,done and i'm through
    the lord my heavy,broken,battered and restless soul to keep...

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    marlok1’s Poems (16)

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