Not a wildfire tickling my side
Not an elephant stomping on my heart
Not a clashing wave
Not a thundering storm
Only that empty space waiting to be explored
Darkness without a curse
Light without a soul
Two forces fighting a sibling war
The outcome still untold
Two words, one step
Forward, determined
Hopping over the hole
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The Deep: When Words End And The Soul Begins
PoetryHere is a question, dear reader, one to question the question: What lays at the end of writers path, when the words run dry, and the soul lies before them? Poems to nourish, awaken, and inspire the soul. Written by yours truly, and I do take request...
