A Fading Memory Poem by Richard Wlodarski
A Fading Memory
You are the River of Life
Flowing through my adventure
Breathing fresh life into this weary body
And I'm whining...longing for so much more
You are that searching inner eye
Crying to be heard by God who died
You're force-feeding the nearly stillborn
And reclaiming the birthright of downtrodden
You're the ears of a heartless deaf society
Hearing only the muteness of rhythm of life
You're breathing life into everlasting life
Defying death only to be reborn again
You're a kind and gentle soul
Desperately trying to be heard
Exhausted...breath...after...breath...no more
Leaving us all stunned and paralyzed
You were once the acquaintance of friendship
Testing all limits of brotherhood
You're now a sad and lonely memory...fading...
Life crying out for so much more
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4/23/2024 10:29:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To be heard! ! Facing the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
And it shall be heard! Thank you for your support and encouragement, Edward.