All the words
Hurt me inside...
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...