Our path winds through
a dark and terrible storm
Still we choose to drive
away from what our mind
could easily recognize
When the tree comes crashing
through the window
nearly taking our own lives
will we see the truth it brings
or hang on to the lies
Raging against the night
will bring us face to face
with mortality and fate
if we dare look there inside
in that sidestep we debate
Let us entertain these deaths
in which we nearly passed away
and hold on to our apathy
for at least another day
until there are no excuses left
(November 7th, 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...
