The Inn.A Poem by Chilson, Joshua
Hard to remember
when last I was me sitting in the smoke of a bar down street. Betwixt the chaos of mind bending thought only you stood out of the whole mad lot. So there I sat trying to see what it is this girl stirred up inside of me. Fighting to stand that I may introduce myself to this woman was more than truth. Feeling the fool having never done this but I introduced as my mind did protest. I'm happy now that I did that night this woman is like fire bringing my heart to life. © 2012 Chilson, Joshua |
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Added on January 4, 2012 Last Updated on January 4, 2012 AuthorChilson, JoshuaCarlisle, PAAboutI write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..Writing
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