A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

02 February 2014

Invisible Man

On the trail towards growth

Old pain dug up

And constant echoes ring


I never thought they’d come again

Yet the don’t slow me down

Although still catching me off guard


More and more as time passes

The ghosts of old actions

Even in places untouched


Still reaching with dead hands

To hold to metamorphic life

It falls through opaque fingers


It imbues my life with sorrow

Now all that I imbibe

Filling hollow bowels

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