There comes a time in every man’s life where he is alone. Sometimes this is a time of peace and reflection. Other times it is anything but. This poem offers a perspective for you to consider. I did when I wrote it.
Live well,
Ollie Lind
...just listening
Listening
I often find myself alone
with just the drone of words
repeating just below the crown
of consciousness, a restlessness
that twists and turns and spurns
my need, or is it greed for sound
to abound around this lone and
searching soul; a drone alone.
I find myself straining, paining
for a sight that might revive
my hope for scope to free my mind
from chains that bind me to me.
The mindless mumble, a jumble
of half thoughts and feelings
stealing my sense of what is
or should be for me.
I cannot see, for seeing is
believing, a grieving for what
I had, and lost, unresisting.
A life alone, just listening.
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