Lonely PenA Poem by Matthew PaulHope you like it
I write inner life, that is how I find my depth Persistence in my exploration, my endeavor to test My desires to further wonder, to ponder and reflect To unwind me emotionaly, a preverbial conscious wrench
I rhyme because, sometimes my mind distorts my angle of thought Direction crashed, matter perplexed, hanging in a spiderweb, tangled and caught. Letting the narration flow, depth is stilled when it has to be forced, work your heart until you can aford to relax On, on and often, time and line again, finding the ends to whies, finding the time to confess
Hoping to get to where I know my heart is home Home once again, alone in the unknown, deflecting fear again, when showing no defense A Sown idea, breathe again. Fused holy by certain muses, they show flowing through my lonely pen. Rainy days flooding my ark, drowning me in my human weaknesses Time spent steering into an awkward and shallow reflection in my acceptance
Through an beyond forking roads in the devils dance Advance to return, returning learned with new chance New paths, new growth, clean fruit, same heart Father ask of me. Father we have come far. © 2009 Matthew PaulFeatured Review
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