Ancient, wise oak door
Visible scars telling the story of its experience...
My Demon shrouds me in shadow
Cruelly shutting out the light...
(Search Your Soul For What Makes You Whole)
I sit here and wage war on myself...
Reach down deep, deep,
to the very core inside yourself...
As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...
I'm like a dog
with a bone...
Life
is neither...
Poem has pure thoughts like river
That decreases our mental fever...
I feel vulnerable and weak
my energy drained-strength...
And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
How are you? My wise, unmoving friend.
You, whose leaves today hold - carefully...
As i can see the things
that go on and...