Kendell Cochrane


Words spoken in silence
are often meant
for the heart,
or mind,
Having lost itself in
its own train of thought.

Memories of tragic past occurrences come with faded imagery,
occasionally projected
through the eyes of a lost soul.

Life is blurred,
Sitting with shadows,
Drinking time,
By the cup fulls,
Awaiting change.

Topic(s) of this poem: time

Poem Submitted: Friday, February 17, 2017

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  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (2/26/2017 11:00:00 AM)

    Good rendition of words. Beautiful profound poem elegantly written with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kendell.

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