What happens
when you wake
dear child
from the dark you built
your world
within?
When all
the broken
banners fall
that once
you waved here
and over all?
Will the raven
sing your song
in a rain
long since gone?
Will the pain
you yet feign
be strong enough
to sustain
the torment
that you
try to keep?
Or shall the sky
you ignored
settle with the sun
and find a way
to bring you past
the damage
your own heart
has done?
(September 5th, 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...
