Saturday, September 30, 2017

Some Times

Poetry gets lost
Between the madness and
The boringness
My life struggling to do

Vicious fear clawing into
My gut squeezes it out
Of me, the impulse to poet
there, out of reach to
My need

I'm lost to myself no
Expression, no feel, no
Way to find my self, no
Way to heal or be

Help me I am lost.
Finding my languaging
Is the only way that
I can be safely alive
Lost it

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