Where did my senses go?

Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
6 In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.
  Where did they go?

 

I haven’t heard the birds sing ... why did their voices die?

I only heard the bells ring ... a reason now to cry.

I noticed a few colors ... but all appeared so dry

like the end of freedom ... that makes me wonder why?

 

Where did my senses go? ... I did not want to ignore them.

Why did I concentrate ... on things that won’t last?

Why did I fall ... for the same old may-hem?

Why do I duplicate ... mistakes from the past?

 

Is it any wonder ... that I wind up in nowhere?

Is it a surprise ... that I pick the same old boat?

Dressed in faded colors ... made by me in somewhere

far in the past long ago ... when I was barely afloat.
 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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