Without title...temporary pause
A song/poem/prose poem without a title and without a flowing line of thought. Unchained thoughts, hanging somewhere in the mid air of my mind, finally finding its way onto the blog.. Yes,Sylvia writes this one the title doesnt match with the poem but words need to be told, with title or without title so here it is.. empty heart empty spaces empty room, empty shelves, memories still filled with past, but dry parched lips of love and lost time, and memories stinging like the hot summer sun, trying to create memories which will not hurt, they sooth my heart, like the chilled glass of lemonade, but still spaces which are empty, dry land of the soul, where the heart silently, tired drags, a hope raises its faint whispers from the dark into the light, Amen, here i come dear life, here i come