Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments

As I Lie Here In Bed
Staring Into The Darkness
Things Start To Become Clear
Like Images Projected On My Ceiling
I See My Past, I Imagine My Future
Feels Like A Coldness Creeping Over Me
It Seems Like Nothing By An Unsolved Puzzle
I Try To Put Pieces Together, But Never Succeed
The Whole Picture Is To Abstract To Comprehend
But Then I Feel Something That Relieves Me
The Warmth Of My Blood Inside
Then I Know I’m Still Alive
I Will See The Full Picture In Due Time

Sometimes i find emotions, and thoughts just race through my head, not knowing that to make of it, i decided to let it just come out onto paper

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