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Towards Inner Time by Gary R. Hess

This poem was written during a time when I was haunted by things which happened to me. I couldn't stop thinking about it and being both sad and angry at the same time. As time passed, my past seemed to stay constant and seem like time wasn't passing at all.


Category: Sad

"Towards Inner Time"

Strong and sober times of old
Walking, creeping towards inner time
Small cravings across the land
Wondering, thinking till time has come
Feelings amongst those of old
Haunted now and structured future
Scent of ranched tyranny
Fill the air
Touch of gold left behind
Growing pains and slender bliss
Crying lower beneath the skin
Tears pouring, listening to all was done
Nothing comes or goes
Nothing seems to change
All is still the same


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