Den of ThievesA Poem by Tate VivianoMercury is my Royal Typewritter who has been my faithfull companion for some time.The click clack of mercury. The stale tobacco smoke rising. The cup of coffee steaming in the chill of a house. A house ofdesire. The desire tocreate outwardexpressions ofourselves. This is the denof thieves andsinners. The troubled dreamersof a bettertomorrow. Yet we can notsleep yet. and dwell in our dream. We are kept awakeby our nightmares. Or to say “The Nightmare”. Our quest for the dream will keep us restless untilour dying breath. After that dowe get our rest? Or do we repeat this restlessness again making our same mistakes unti Finally the light is switched on? Or will our sleep deprivation make our dream manifest into reality? Amid the smoke and frustration I see beauty grow in the most fragile of places. The human Heart. © 2017 Tate VivianoFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTate VivianoCOAboutI am twenty three and have been really writing poetry and stories since I was eighteen. I enjoy the poetry of the Sufi's as well as the greats such as Maya Angelou. I am so excited to share my work an.. more..Writing
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