Oh, no.
I see you, Sweetheart,
your essence not so different from mine,
but still innocent to the demons
that lurk within the shadows you cast.
For the darkness loves to court
the ones who tend to shine;
those of us who are like beacons
are difficult to look passed.
I know you are strong, I know you are smart.
Forgive me for being defensive of my kind.
In your steps follows a heathen,
it you are determined to outlast.
Though we might be apart
I remain, watching through time,
waiting for the moment I am needed.
Together we endure, steadfast.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
