THE WORDS ARE FLYING11/26/2010
Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn Damnit! The words are flying wide and wild this brooding sleepless night, but none seem to fall in line, nor stay long enough within my sight to deliver options to my pen, nor to charge the ink lying waiting therein, a dark liquid which seems to understand my depths of joylessness wherein I slip in struggle against ill thoughts, brooding views, a clinging fight and calling shadows show, to me, to the world, a false delight while trying to raise the alarm and mount a force for urgency to fight as the fever presses in and is not so soft in touch or pressure light and there find self trapped, wrapped tight in a blanket of self inflicted doubt questioning all that lay exposed within a single candle’s flickering light while all belief told might not be true that comes anxious into view and a candle weak could easy lose its light if the wind a bit stronger blew. Gordon Kuhn BLOGS: |
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