All That Remains, a poem written by James Bell at

All That Remains

All That Remains

written by: James Bell



Only through words can our futile thoughts find some semblance of order

Life brings discord and chaos with seldom a safe haven or welcoming border

Letters crowd and litter the paintings framed by the mind

What perceptive sentences can we ever hope to find

Phrases like blood surge through our warm veins

In the end a beautifully etched story is all that remains

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