Emptiness and cold
My life was old
Death was destination
In wisdom of men.
...Days gone by.
A rebellious child
Sin-stained and wild
Until broken within
By wisdom of men.
...Days gone by.
Aching void in me
Crying to be free
Of my sinful bend
Of wisdom of men.
...Days gone by.
Love hung on the tree
The bittersweet remedy
To die to me again
To die to...
Wisdom of men
...Days gone by
Hope to come.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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