Throwback Thursday Poetry: Searching

with watchful eyes and forward ears
i search for a love for many years

i search and search and find nothing
i hope and hope to find something

it’s been long; i’ve grown old
it’s been hard; i’ve grown cold

i’m at the end of my life
i will never break down and cry

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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