then peace was mine
and I drifted out of time
the quiet strong
overwhelmed the song
beating through
my inner shell
and soaked in far
and broke
all my objections
and rose
like the sun
until day was done
and I inhaled
all these new dreams
buried in the dirt
of the pain
that once
had paralyzed me
but now fell away
in the warmth
that held me
and blinded
in that place
my eyes were opened
(December 12th, 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...
