I have watched them come and watched them go but some have chosen to remain.
Their musings once sparse now prolific in sum, perhaps It's me that is going insane.
A path through I'd chosen to make
The tears of fallen bitterness
A different route perhaps to take
Forsaking all knowledge learned before
In discovering this barren place
Seeds of doubt so easy to ignore
A different reality for us to face
For he that would speak so sparingly
Contributes now so much to his cause
When musings written, so heavenly
Those struggling writers must surely pause
And so the foot falls on familiar roads
Returning to the bay once held so dear
The foaming brine that somehow goads
Rebukes the authors own shadow of fear.
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2026-08-05 at 18:00
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Their musings once sparse now prolific in sum, perhaps It's me that is going insane.
An Amusing musing?
Trapped in a thriving wildernessA path through I'd chosen to make
The tears of fallen bitterness
A different route perhaps to take
Forsaking all knowledge learned before
In discovering this barren place
Seeds of doubt so easy to ignore
A different reality for us to face
For he that would speak so sparingly
Contributes now so much to his cause
When musings written, so heavenly
Those struggling writers must surely pause
And so the foot falls on familiar roads
Returning to the bay once held so dear
The foaming brine that somehow goads
Rebukes the authors own shadow of fear.
Poetry by Liam
Read 2 times
Written on 2026-08-05 at 18:00
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