Somber words floating,
stretching and seeking
the veiled recesses
of my heart.
The chambers sealed shut,
preventing light’s touch
where aphotic thoughts
reign as kings.
Sight of night skies
makes the blood flow
rapturously through
each vein.
Night travels through
my body and soul,
awakening every ounce
of my being.
*My writings are inspired by the things I find. Please visit my About page for the link to my ebay store.
Poet Rummager 
❤ this one!
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Thanks so much Matt! 💝
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Excellent. I have felt, unfortunately, this way about myself many times, and even at times embracing it as the way to be. You’ve really done a great job of capturing the pulse of life in what those looking at it from outside would think is dead.
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Growing up, my cousin used to call me “Melancholy.” For the most part, I had a happy childhood, but I believe creative people tend to be a little withdrawn and reflective. I”m glad this poem resonates with you! The great thing about poetry is that it can be interpreted in so many different levels. I really love the connections that are made. Thank you for your lovely compliments. I hope you keep writing and posting on your blog. I’m enjoying your words and photos. 🙂
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