Mattew Tinsley

Last Memories

I find my way by the scent of my soul
And find myself
Right Here.
I know not where I
Am,
But I find it very pleasant.
It is dark and cold
With the voices of my head
Speaking words of the Past.
'Your life is a shame
And a speckle of greatness'
If you listen well they
May speak wisdom.
My souls scent fades as
My body grows cold.
'Who are you? Who am I? '
The black engulfs me.
I die
Inside.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 30, 2008

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  • Karima Astrid PKarima Astrid P (11/3/2008 7:26:00 AM)

    wow..beautiful words...i like it

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