by Michael Brandon Odom
A motion without movement, eyes without site
A taste without a tongue, life without a fight
Consumed poisoned potion enough to kill
An illusion with purpose to much to heal
After math from you to me that you saw
Before in a light you covered up to thaw
Days come so fast, days go so slow
Nights never end though I'd never know
A past forever with a future to come
I never made it right where you come from
From:
Michael Brandon Odom
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1/14/2013 by Michael Brandon Odom all rights reserved. No part of this poem may be reproduced in any way shape or form without written permission from the author.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Im not well rounded but yet very open minded. Animals make more sense to me than people do most of the time. I live to learn how others see all that comes with life and why they think the way they do.
