Thursday, October 13, 2016


there is a wildness in this world
unchecked and unknown
a quantity not measured
a sadness all of our own.

the leaves whisper and float
rustling red and yellow
the skies brighten
just never see what is around you

how much have you missed
and haven't known
by living without any happiness
always missing--never knowing

i too am that way
thinking about the past
too long wandering in the emotion
caught in the web of my own sorrow.

never too much
or too little
to be caught in the yesterday
look to the morning
to erase the past.  

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