Moonlight paints
the inner tides
with light to find
all that hides
and the farther in
the darkness digs
The stronger is
the fight it gives
The gates that hold
shadows deep
are barred within
and there they keep
all buried lies
and unsettled seas,
wounded hearts
and unbent knees
Drama is
a shield strong
evading all
right or wrong
Anger is
a monologue
and blame a subtle
camouflage
Only one patient
and steady hand
dares to extract
this utter sham
to free the soul
of this disease
slowly and steady
by degrees
For hell holds on
to her prey
like a bear
to its cubs at play
and no simple fool
shall free the beast
nor break these chains
in the least
(November 4th, 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...
