My deep, dark heart
breaks upon the shores of light
over and over
like the tide.
And just beneath the surface
where the rays play
among the shadows
I will find the strength
to rise
The winds in my whispers
speak a foreboding omen
again and again
like a record broken.
A raven flies
to touch my soul
as I break through
to worlds unknown
and things unspoken
(September 13th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PuisiPoetry 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...
