Poetry: *Untitled* in Creative Writing

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Sometimes I hide
My heart inside –
Until I find
Myself left behind.

In shadows I lurk solemnly;
Behind open doors I hide.
Softly rapping simplicity;
In rapture I will confide.

Pondering forward entities
While opressing foreign anarchies,
We heighten homeland strategies
And steady our desperate tendencies.

© 2003, Joseph Jenkins