Y - Yearning
Yesterday,
or maybe years ago
I searched for truth
In sleep
In waking hours
With sharpened mind
or dulled
with wine or weed
or wandering
Three friends we were
Far more like brothers
in our time of exploration
Discoveries of self
rejoiced threefold
Three paths we later took
as even brothers' do
The years passed by
Passed quickly
Passed so slow
And now in age
and memory
the faulted faded past
recollects the yearning years
The yearning never gratified
The truth just out of reach
Poetry prompt to pick seven words from a page in a book. I was reading Last Girl Gone, by J. G. Hetherton, and my words were sleep, truth, mind,
three, friends, explore, and sharpened.
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