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THe DrUnKeN POeT. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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THe DrUnKeN POeT
Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet
My medicine is all in the mind.
My hope rises with the sun of tomorrow.
My mouth is the ocean the sword and the feather.
My heart is the sky the key the sun and the moon.
My flesh and bones is a cage My blood keeps it alive.
My flaws gave birth to my near oh so near perfection.
My tarnished shoes, scares and scabs is true beauty.
My mind is clay shaped by every encounter.
My hunger is food .
My failure is success.
My weakness is strong.
My darkness illuminates the light.
My soul is my wealth.
My ticket to paradise.
My flesh is the shovel that toils
to earn the validity of that ticket.