Once I wrote so wistfully
of all the world and all I see
until the dark showed up in me
and ripped my inner spirit free
Yet that torment inked in tears
and wrapped up in my biased fears
set my journey for many years
spinning all my inner gears
The spear of destiny; double edged
was a terror in my head
and in the night upon my bed
carved the script of all my dread
Then came light like a sword
to shed upon my open sores
and show my heart another course
and a way beyond all my wars
The shadow song is what I sing
Joy and pain; what life must bring
All the color in love's spring
Here this feast and offering
For none can truly find their bliss
without the world the way it is
If all was easy and without risk
Who could write such as this?
(September 28th, 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...
