ConnectionA Poem by TheCreatoreRain
blossoms from bloated clouds Mist
fills the valley with a thin layer Sheltered
from the weather, Windows
open to let fresh air in; Afterglow
from drugs the night before, Cuts and scars exposed to an empty room
A day off
from the regular Time to breathe
and reflect Music
moves me through the moments, And I
wait to go nowhere-- When the
day is done This poem
will have been written
Freedom
has a certain taste It’s disguised
under the coat on my tongue Vent,
vent, ventilation Honest
with the creative force within me I hold my
temple higher As I get
closer to watching it perish
Like the
rain switches phases My energy
will be recycled, renewed The
Universe no longer breathes without me For I
behold eternal Love Flowing
from the center of my hands In a
string of connection to above © 2014 TheCreatore |
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Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 Author
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