Self Made

Self Made

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My Soul

Again and again.
Always missing Ghosts
Time is a thief
And Nostalgia is a dirty liar,
But these memories, so sanguine sweet
Like honey at the center of a spiderweb
And the more you wrestle, 
the less you’re able to move on
But talking to the Dead 
Chasing the wind
Standing in front of the firing squad
Just seems to be the only thing
Your heart was meant for
Time
and time, 
again.

© 2017 A Glow in the Pit of My Soul


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A Glow in the Pit of My Soul
A Glow in the Pit of My Soul

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My Legs Can Barely Hold All My Heart & Soul. Live Tall, Live Loud, Live Wide. I was born an old soul with a fresh face, and a knack for taking whatever is in front of me and creating a mast.. more..

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