Lost Memories

[plazma]

To what end are we walking?
Writing our stories
Without heed to consequence
Scrawling our lives
Staining our paper with ink and tears
And still more scribbled out mistakes
While our cagewheel turns
Again and again and once more
On a lazy walk through eternity
Yet our eyes still lift
To the lost memories of a horizon
Somewhere distant
Tugging at our atrophied heartstrings
Turning our compass needles
Ever towards
That feeling we called home

I'm not sure about this, I don't know whether it needs more polishing or whether it reads okay as is. Anyway.

-plaz out-

 

[Cosmic Mist]

I don't think it needs to be polished further - there is something sincere in raw poetry.

This is how i feel today.

 

[cherub]

I liked it agreed it does not need to be polished but yet your right it is missing something,,, like it is not quite done... maybe that is the mystery of it!