“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”

— William Hazlitt

Patrick Patrick

The Solitude Of Sunflowers

The solitude, the sunflowers, the everything
I get lost— lost in it all
My head tells me I’m wrong
But my heart tells me the truth

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Patrick Patrick

This I Know

It was void, void of anything except my mind
My mind and my own memories
For my body didn’t exist
Or had it ever

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Patrick Patrick

Belonging

I can't control it, it's that feeling,
the excitement,
lighting a candle in my cold heart.

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