my inner self

people say

as so they may

I've lost

the will

the heart

to write

so dark

the world

seems now

 

perhaps they are right

 

but in the heathered

mist of mind

bog blinded

salt tinged

the waves still roar

where'er I be

 

the gulls soar abuse

on shallow sands

where lions' manes

cast spume

into my eyes

and skylarks

keep me company

whenever

wherever 

I seek them

 

'midst the dismal

city clouds

'midst the unseeing

blanked eyes

of those

who care not

the river's wrack

and endless

ageless wonder

caress moments

spent alone

as nature feeds

my inner self

 





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2018-01-02 at 14:29

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