An Epitaph
Eerily serene.
The words hang like the unwanted soul.
This man his deepest secret, this lunatic trapped in an unfortunate place.
Children of inspiration
Believe and remember.
Recall them, infants of poetry chosing what we imagine.
There is meaning
Lovers Hands
Lost lovers, their limbs braided like ribbons. They peered up with questioning eyes, once roaming.
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Authors note.
There will be more added to this section as I create more blackouts! I love you all! Bye for now!
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Poems of Life
PoetryThese are poems I have written about everything happening around me and in the world.
