…Sipping from my soul trying to grab whole of that last lil bit of me, not the one that happens everyday and they pretend to see but the real he that knows of his journeys foe; an existence of resistance. I’m often reminded of the words of the Wise Lion: You’re running and you’re running and you’re running away but you can’t run away from yourself. Stealing silence by stealth, my demons hide in plain sight only revealing themselves by the light of the dark night leaving me to piece together the sorted dreams…how real they seem.
Visit A Poets Suppose to see more creativity like this and please follow us so that we can deliver the creativity right to you. We are looking for creative minds such as yours to share in this revolution of the spirit.