Crushed in the open
The world all a scene
Watching the pain
of the shame in my being
I scratch at the surface
I reach through my wounds
I pull out no purpose
and none returns soon
The earth is so cold
The leaves toss right by
I see all these visions
of trees as they die
Stark in their splendor
Dark in their night
Here I surrender
while holding on tight
(November 23rd, 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...
