Seek the answer
Never to find
This is the story of a divine
Always to seek
Forever to hide
These are the things hidden from my eye
Burning bright
Lighter than night
Do not remember
What makes you cry
For its the dust
Beside
Strewn out in front
That will never break
In half to be blunt
The rope is tied
Now you can't fly
Return to the place you once carried
For everyone, there is now sharp and weary
Their words will tear you asunder
But I will protect you with my all true thunder
Yelling from the tree's
The streets and the grapes
Does one only know how common is his faith
I seek the answers to your creation
Walk with me diviner
I will show you patience
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
