Damn the depths
that don't align
with this passionate
heart of mine!
For from the lighting
of my life
I've carried on
in joy and strife
Damn the windows
of my soul
seeing all
they can never know!
For since they barred
the prison door
I've barely been
out to explore
Damn the teardrops
in my eyes
Hiding the mystery
of better lives!
For here I lay
on this cold floor
without a way
to open the door
(November 16th, 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...
