Friday, July 23, 2010

It Lingers

“It Lingers”

Sometimes I am struck with words.
I pick up a pen and I write.
My soul against the morning,
Against the sun so bright.

But I never can convey,
I can never get it out.
Maybe if I could sing,
Somehow shout it out.

It lingers.
Everyone tells you it will not.
It lingers.

It always does.
Moments swallowed by the present.
Forever shadowed,
In what was.


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