Drops from my Hand

I cast down the pen
utilized to scrape
the walls of my soul
at my feet lay
bundles of forlorn phrases
melding with sadness
as the irony rises
alongside joy I feel
satisfied I selected
truest words

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Tagged as: depression, Life, love, poem, Poetry, soul

[Poeticamber} {Productions}

screenwriter. director. poet. an open mind. Not right, left or central, simply human.

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kate58 says:

April 21, 2012 at 2:29 pm

You definitely selected the right words for this piece. 🙂

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1. [DC] {L} says:
  
  April 21, 2012 at 3:03 pm
  
  Thank you so much!
  
  Reply

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