Poem 1 in My walk

Revised: 03/09/2025 11:33 a.m.

  • March 9, 2025, midnight
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A quick poem before work--


I stretch out reaching for the light. 

Then darkness comes and snaps my arms with all it's might. 

My soul is in flight like spook birds. 

My mind follows the herd and I'm death to the word. 

I wonder if I'm right and if I will reach unimaginable heights. 

Or if I will fall out of sight.



Last updated March 09, 2025


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