Lost songs of youth
When my meager existence lies in moot
And tears that tread seem shed in vain
When itching are my rotten roots
And I feel that I have lost my way
Then a voice it whispers from my youth
But I can't make out what it wants to say
All I hear is blurry echoes from the past
Of a carefree cacaphony never built to last
From days when I played for fire still unbound
But music made falls on aged deaf ears
All tones flow firmly to the ground
Of songs forgotten through the years
The strings are stricken without sound
And all my words were written to be lost
Poetry by Tim Ohman
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Written on 2013-09-25 at 02:18
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