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The Days Pass Slowly

Poetry By: leesah

some random write about life on hold~

Submitted:Aug 13, 2008    Reads: 164    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   

The days pass slowly

I'm in limbo, the stagnant whirlwind of

My hearts questionings, the beating

Pulse of life wavers towards rest,

I am bound to no choosing but nothing else

To do, only to tender to the day and the next...

These are my days, where I have been put away

Swept in by the force of destiny winds,

I am always ever waiting, in the bloodless quiet

Confined in wonderings to what and when will be

My fragile curiosity cries silent pleas

Of urgent answers that could be heard underneath

The breath of each dawn

While my learning is long, here, in the pause of

Unveiling secrets, the wisdom of each moments refrain

My patience obeys and adheres to divine interruption

As its mirror reveals my most deepest reflecting

Truth, my bodys frailty..

I heal with each image of my souls bending

Here in the arms of my every night of my every day

My middle rest, my gift, my limbo


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