Stares completely in me.
Empties my mind and fills my carcass.
Rapes my heart.
Leaves me soul.
I am the deliverer.
I am the light.
Spotting spotlight.
Stark naked bush pilots.
Magnetized by my freedom.
I am clinged.
Unhinged.
Changed in tomorrow.
Or what forever brings.
Whispers in the crowd.
Heresay is abound.
With deaf ears and sharp tongues.
The crown goes wild.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
