Whose journey is that
A lone path sprinkled with s t a r s
Dark, winding branches overreaching
Each one a testament to the echoes of my mind
To the dark recesses, to the implanted reactions, to the mess
that They have dealt to me
Cards in a hand, Towers to my heart
Hellish moments suspended in time
Projected on the walls surrounding, blurred
Out of focus, feelings abound, what is the meaning
Why can I not remember?
It's traces are here, I've followed it back!
But the tape is gone, as if stolen …
But only I am here, only I could
Knees buckle and fall
Tears sprinkle the air
A longing in my heart
I just want to know
Why I am
About the Creator
Sylvia Bones
An artist of many forms, writing is one of my favorite expressions.
I have been in the process of writing a series of books for the past decade, and during my down time, I love to express myself thru poetry. Here are some iterations, enjoy!
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