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Images of time race
with all the colors.
My mind hurts from it,
But my heart stirs.
Exhilaration belongs to me,
Then it is mine no more.
I have but one small place;
A room without a door.
Through no windows do I see,
But colors are with me still.
Confusion awaits around the bend,
To hide from me what is real.
I seem to struggle very hard,
Only to understand nothing,
Constantly searching for that peace
That any day might bring.
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Darlene Francis More than 1 year ago
This poem is really just about life and trying to be successful and happy. I actually see aura's around people. Sometimes it can really be hard to deal with. I have learned though time how to adjust to all of the colors.
Poetry.com 4.2 out of 5 based on 5 votes.
Stefan Baciu More than 1 year ago
Please review my poem "Dim lights"
yvonne sensing More than 1 year ago
well done
David Sexton More than 1 year ago
I like your descriptiveness!
Kalai Selvi More than 1 year ago
The poem has in depth thoughts that could be understood after reading more than two times. Keep writing.
Marie Perry More than 1 year ago
it was as if i were with you every step of the way
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