“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
A Place To Rest My Mind
The mountainside embraces
This trail that I wander
With serenades of birdsong
In shadows I ponder
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The Lighthouse
The banks had been battered by the oceans waves, day after day, for years longer than I remember. I lived here, so the rage of the water crashing against the boulders lying
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The Demons
A split-second decision, my fate was decided then, as it all came together, it no sooner fell apart, with thoughts of dementia, masquerading was soon to start, gradually emerging
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The Struggle
Struggle, my how this mind struggles...
Failing to make sense of days earlier trouble...
Thoughts run ramped, order it tries to find...
Ordinary to utter chaos, a blink of the eye
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Always, I Will
I think about it sometimes…
And always I will…
It’s not as if I’ve lost my mind…
I’ve only lost how to feel
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