Towards Inner Time by Gary R. Hess
This poem was written during a time when I was haunted by things which happened to me. I couldn't stop thinking about it and being both sad and angry at the same time. As time passed, my past seemed to stay constant and seem like time wasn't passing at all.
Category: Sad "Towards Inner Time" Strong and sober times of old Walking, creeping towards inner time Small cravings across the land Wondering, thinking till time has come Feelings amongst those of old Haunted now and structured future Scent of ranched tyranny Fill the air Touch of gold left behind Growing pains and slender bliss Crying lower beneath the skin Tears pouring, listening to all was done Nothing comes or goes Nothing seems to change All is still the same by Gary R. Hess
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