I packed my bags and leftupon my return i was unaware
of what I actually packed
and carried with me there
and back again. Still
nothing has changed
I remain unfaltering
at the same interchange.
The road has ended
and appears endless.
the horizon pitch black,
weighted by the heavy sack.
©2009
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1 comments:
ya know,
your poems are very interesting.
i just think my mind isn't that sophisticated to actually understand the meaning of it yet.
but i still enjoyed them
keep up the good work
:D
-Krisitne
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