Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

My Searching Mind


Sitting down on empty
with a blank mind
waiting for inspiration
of another kind

Lost in a sea of serpents
feeling strangled and deprived
my minds craving literature
but doesn't know what kind

Talking heads with destorted voises
nothing making sense
just garbled noises

Words and pictures
meaning nothing but noise
a kaleidoscope of colours
that can never fill a void
I'm in the land of nothingness
with no way out

I'll search and I'll search
until I find the words and the palette
to unlock this madness
and find my way out

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013

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After reading so many books I find it hard to find any
I like. After sitting and thinking about it I came up with this.

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