Waves crest
and the tides
rest
and the night wanes
somewhere inside
this pain
It is dull
over all
and yet the breath
remains
As it heaves
without relief
I find no day
without its trains
these thoughts
straining to remain
attached to the lies
that you must care
somewhere
but you do not
you never did
(August 26th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
