The Poet

Cryptic rhymes
Borrowed from
Hollow, Echoing time
roaming through tombs
deep and empty
where I once had a mind
now a treacherous heart
beats down every out i find
building trembles renounce
Strength that's Kind
during this aimless
funeral procession for my mind
accidental faith lost
Still searching for Signs
Stuck in the Skin that conceals
What's mine
is Wandering Still
grieving what I can't find
relaxing couched in confidence
Sanity conceiving peace of mind
my uncertain thwarted thinking 
giving up before I'm certified
praying for the painless relief of Sleep
closed eyes
in darkness wonder
What I've overlooked
this time

05.04.04
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