I share these spaces
in my soul
with abstract creatures
young and old
Each views this life
in their own way
and holds on tight
day after day
A voice of reason
A twinge of doubt
all these thoughts
are hard to sort out
Inner audience
and hidden stage
Each takes a turn
to turn the page
I question them all
even well read
to turn down the noise
here in my head
Yet when all is said,
done and through
They're all just me
deciding what to do
(November 20th, 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...
