Shuffle feet
for winter's bane
is the warm
and driving rain
I hold the heavens
as my shield
and to tears
I shall not yield
For spears of light
cut deep and then
they pour the salt
on broken men
But I am steel
and I am stone
I hold the world
all on my own
When dawn invades
my comfy tomb
I pull these shades
and sleep past noon
(October 19th, 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...
