His Interpretation

by PygmyPuff   Jun 8, 2006


He's always looking,
Around and around.
With the call of the wild,
Fallen from the sky.

A glimpse unseen,
And voice from within.
Thoughtless as a battle field of life
Sacrificed in a voyage of memory.

As lost souls grow up
Except where otherwise noted.
Walking into oblivion where nothing is nothing
And there isn't anybody home.

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  • 18 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    Everybody has their own interpretation.

  • 18 years ago

    by firexflys

    "A glimpse unseen,
    And voice from within.
    Thoughtless as a battle field of life
    Sacrificed in a voyage of memory"

    thats very deep you did amazing job keep it up 5.5

  • 18 years ago

    by Stabbylou

    Chilled by the way it ends, gripping. Beautiful language, thumbs up.

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    A really good poem. A bit confusing, but it holds some truth to it.

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