Lost Touch
A multitude of words before meunfamiliar faces i see
each as unfathomable as the rest
putting me to great test
Weariness overtakes my mind
unable to find
with ignorance i dine
bewilderment bona fide
distant deeps n skies
in thy deep n forlorn mind
with heavy heart i fiddle
my thoughts to thy riddle
time turns
as the prodigal son returns
weary n faint
more loss than gain
homecoming
yet not forthcoming
what art or skill
the empty page to fill
mysterious delusions
fading apparitions
confounded my wit
beyond my reach
posted by jessXW @ 5:56 PM
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