SECOND WINDA Poem by Rene Velez
SECOND WIND
A Poem by Rene Velez I'm looking for steps to begin again. I must have pissed off God again. I walk these dark streets without a friend. Rewriting myself without a pen. Change will never ask when, searching internally for my second wind. From the things I've seen to the places I've been. Welcome to the follies of a wordsmith comedian. I've tossed foreign coins in a wishing well and karma bought me hell. In my silent yell, in my silent spell, I wait for life and death to gel. I am a rebel. I like to rebel. In this holding cell, I call a body. One day I will be worthy. Lastly, I call no clergy. In this walk I seek no mercy. © 2011 Rene Velez © 2016 Rene VelezReviews
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Added on August 16, 2011Last Updated on July 18, 2016 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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