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Drag me back

To the voices of yesterday

Where whispers are no longer feathers but Stones to be added to my

Shoulders,in the shape of burden and furrows to be added to my brow.

Anxiety tills the land of the future as I’m trying to plough in lines of

Perfection, filling each category of life with preconceived ideas of

Happiness, and all the while I have not stopped to smell the scent of a

Winston Churchill Rose, nor listened to life’s breath as it sways through

Years of history, nor felt the sun bathe me in a radiance of being, nor opened

My eyes to my exact location,

The here and now.

Freedom in my next minute.

Awareness in my next footstep.

Aliveness in my next breath, have I forgotten my own breath?

Shadows of the past dissolve as I close my eyes to the future and hold my thoughts

To the present, for it's not the world that dictates me but in which tense I chose

To remain.
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Present
Date: Tuesday, 8th October 2013 @ 05:51:51 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: northernlights

Chains of mental repression

Drag me back

To the voices of yesterday

Where whispers are no longer feathers but Stones to be added to my

Shoulders,in the shape of burden and furrows to be added to my brow.

Anxiety tills the land of the future as I’m trying to plough in lines of

Perfection, filling each category of life with preconceived ideas of

Happiness, and all the while I have not stopped to smell the scent of a

Winston Churchill Rose, nor listened to life’s breath as it sways through

Years of history, nor felt the sun bathe me in a radiance of being, nor opened

My eyes to my exact location,

The here and now.

Freedom in my next minute.

Awareness in my next footstep.

Aliveness in my next breath, have I forgotten my own breath?

Shadows of the past dissolve as I close my eyes to the future and hold my thoughts

To the present, for it's not the world that dictates me but in which tense I chose

To remain.


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