A wasted soul

Thousands of lines,
Written several nights,
The meaning in the words lost...
Those vacant verses, forsaken lot,
Strewn around, waiting for a read,
A quick scroll, a hasty read,
A nod at some, finger tracing them
A dream forsaken
A dream forgotten
A dream that continues
For months without interference
The day the dreams are awake,
And find me missing,
A wasted dream woven in a life
By a wasted soul, hoping
For a quick scroll, a hasty read,
A nod at some, your fingers gently tracing them...


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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At one, I learnt crawling was fun. At forty one, I still feel crawling is fun #blamemykneesnotme