Trifling

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Have you ever uttered silent prayers

while sitting on a pew somewhere- crying;

and wanting- to be taken far, far away

from everything that hurts, inside?

 

Invisible- terribly invisible

Oh I feel, so invisible

in every breath- I breathe

 

Have you ever felt the loneliest

amongst a crowed room that never listens;

when you’re trying to reach someone

long enough- to matter for a moment?

 

invisible- terribly invisible

Oh I feel, so invisible

in every breath- I breathe

 

Have you ever felt the rush of emotions

course from your soul- for no apparent reasons?

Have you ever felt like a forgotten memory,

someone left along their abandoned periphery?

 

Invisible- terribly invisible

Oh I feel, so invisible

in every breathe I breathe

 

Have you ever chased after your dreams

only to have them shattered crudely?

And then turn to someone you loved,

for comfort- but they only added to your misery?

 

Invisible- terribly invisible

Oh my God- I feel so invisible

in everything I do and…I- am

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor-made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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