Forever Lost
By CloudRaven
Forever Lost Warings were not enough. The spirits fall, for the fight is old. Poet's pen cries out it's passions. Rain falls, bleeds through the musty, dingy walls. Liquid descend unto the floor, cluttered with lost ideas. Dreams crashed and pounded to the decayed, faded rug. Forever lost in the mist of existence and suffering from the future.OK, I used those magnetic words to make this poem. So what do you think, does it make sense to you? Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 10:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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