I Search

I Search short poem

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I search for words no longer there
I search
but there are empty pages
blank spaces
no more imaginations
or illustrations
I search the corners of my memory
to find these words I seek
important to me
and then I think
that time has been numbered
that time spent
so I search the recesses of my mind
in hopes I will see these words
and in time they will reappear
but these words are gone
no longer here
I walk away and close the door
the words have left
I search no more

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Preeti
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Sometimes it’s just good to give ourselves the space to refresh our thoughts….I felt a connection with this poem as even I struggle for words oft:)

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