Making their way through passages
Voices of my mind reflect messages
That stop me mid steps in a wonder
'N' my life seems a strange blunder
That wanderlust living in my heart
Rolled like an addiction at the start
Chasing after the shy untold stories
I used to row in adventurous dories
Tastin' insane heights of mountains
I reveled in touch of wild fountains
Listening to that rush of water falls
I ignored all those affectionate calls
That haunt me every night in sleep
And I wake up to relentlessly weep
I might have lost sense in addiction
For I lived in a land of crazy fiction
But the lost voices of my loved ones
Tell me that addictions can be guns
They make you feel free like a dove
But nothin' would ever replace love
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
