Title: Forgotten Tone
Author: Clyde Lee
Style: Poem
Genre: Analyzing Poem/ Emotional Poem
Summary: A poem that I just wrote tonight after getting out of a bath and having allot of thoughts on the past few weeks and times going on with myself.
Disclaimer: While inspired by various notes and influences, all of this is directly from my own imagination.
Notes: This and all works are written and collected solely for my self, I do not claim that this or any other texts of mine here are completely grammatically sound or of top quality; Although, if liked, feel free to comment or message me at, ClydeLeemail@yahoo.com. Otherwise, enjoy at your own pace.
I'm all alone on the open road
On my own on the broken road
I steeped out of the shower and,
Empty is how I went.
Because I don't see what to do
Inside my mind, as I think
I can't escape these paths
I follow everyday.
Each passing week, I feel the same
With next month it'll happen more
Just a cycle I don't know,
How to explain no longer.
So while I travel on the lonely road,
Forgotten in the spots I pass
Through my time, as I go
Lost alone, forgotten tone.
Author: Clyde Lee
Style: Poem
Genre: Analyzing Poem/ Emotional Poem
Summary: A poem that I just wrote tonight after getting out of a bath and having allot of thoughts on the past few weeks and times going on with myself.
Disclaimer: While inspired by various notes and influences, all of this is directly from my own imagination.
Notes: This and all works are written and collected solely for my self, I do not claim that this or any other texts of mine here are completely grammatically sound or of top quality; Although, if liked, feel free to comment or message me at, ClydeLeemail@yahoo.com. Otherwise, enjoy at your own pace.
I'm all alone on the open road
On my own on the broken road
I steeped out of the shower and,
Empty is how I went.
Because I don't see what to do
Inside my mind, as I think
I can't escape these paths
I follow everyday.
Each passing week, I feel the same
With next month it'll happen more
Just a cycle I don't know,
How to explain no longer.
So while I travel on the lonely road,
Forgotten in the spots I pass
Through my time, as I go
Lost alone, forgotten tone.

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