HymnAgen
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CATEGORY
life
A slave
to memories
of yesterdays
and lost
tomorrows.
Rarely present,
‘cause the present
isn’t pleasant.
Smiles borrowed
from the briefest
recollections
of true joy
are employed,
and a lying
countenance
of misdirection
is deployed.
Depression
is a line
trod along,
yet not crossed.
This sorrow
is recurrent,
yet promise
is never lost.
For sometimes
the Sun shines
to brighten
darkened paths.
Sometimes
familiar touches
tickle us
enough to laugh,
and maybe,
for a moment,
make us present.
- HymnAgen
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2b2b2 says: Word Up, keep penning works of distinction, thank you |
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LP45 says: Wow, awesome write HymnAgen. The inspiration is at an all time high with this one. I can relate to the "almost but not quite" flow and insight of your words. Thank you for sharing this. |
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mlowe5 says: HymnAgen, this piece is a tantamount testament to you poetic genius. Indeed, it is in being a slave to memory that we become free in the revelation of truth. Thanks for sharing. Truly enjoyed the read again and again. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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hymnagen says: Thanks to each of you for your comments. They are truly appreciated. Peace |
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