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Tracing Backwards

Tracing sadly, backwards, into past legends of time,
preparing lines of thought, forsaking previous know-
ledge held inside.

Without walking, passing through halls of memories,
taped together sparingly, letting slip, tatters no
longer wanted from the past.

Ageless eons of heartfelt sorrow, wishing upon stars
that have fallen from the skies, leaving behind paths
of broken, shattered glass.

Treasures long forgotten have been stepped upon, long
awaiting the end of life's sad mystery, trailing on
bits of truth, hoping for a friend to pass.

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Comments (5)

Frank said it so eloquently. Echo…echo…
Beautiful poetry Joanne, and I do understsnd...if what does not kill us, makes us stronger...please believe that. Add a little Faith, Hope and Love to the mix, and a healing might be around your corner! Blessings, Theo
Jo Ann>>>An auto-bio poem NOT, is my hope here... But as far as quality goes... It's a grand slam young lady Who be quite far from eighty And is a fine friend and Poet As her Readers well know it! FjR
Jo Ann>>>An auto-bio poem NOT, is my hope here... But as far as quality goes... It's a grand slam young lady Who be quite far from eighty And is a fine friend and Poet As her Readers well know it! FjR
Not your most cheerful poem JoAnn, but i understand why you feel so down lets hope your life will turn around... I will pray that it does..10