A FEELING
A feeling,
A blank ONE,
That can be written ON,
With a biro, pencil or CRAYON,
Writings inspired by days GONE.
This feeling, what is to be written ON?
The mind questions the vision the eye once SAW,
And the heart battles the knowledge it once craved FOR,
A feeling hurting like the scratch of a cat's CLAW,
Causing cry without tears rolling down the JAW.
End result; fear & CONFUSION,
What ever happened to the VISION?
Paralyzed appear the foot that leads the MISSION,
Lord! Let that not be the CONCLUSION.
One thing I know about a price; it must be paid.
And hope is something that can't be done without.
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