Friday, March 20, 2009


In my ease, time is of no essence
Yet lost and of no concern
Into the eye of movement
There is no event seemingly gone
Objects pass by swiftly
As do people without focus
Disconnection from the world
Languages untapped heartbeats
Emotions fill the cup
Humanity concealed
With no regrets of dreams
Or the thoughts within
Life has been lived to my ends
Knowing beyond my small world
Though confined I traveled
Over many horizons
Until all that remains
My empty shell

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


YICA said...

I'm impressed that you are able to express yourself poetically with such regularity.

Moses said...

I dont seem to have a problem with the flow of words.Thanks for stopping by-I hope you like what I put here for everyone.