Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Entry
Scuff, and wipe it off, that
Muck of work and worlds
On me. Don't stop, remove
Each day's frustration, pile
The gravel here and walk,
So lighter, clearer on inside,
But think a moment on the
Mat in beams embraced.
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