Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Deeper Within

i fell but no one heard 
~ 
seared and sentenced to solitude 
a penance of mythical proportions 
peace didn't even try 

found in a lost barrel of steel 
where the last chambers spent 
their dying breath 

red, black, no going back 
pushing the postulates 
between life and man 
no lending hand 

run over or overrun 
drips and beats silenced 
storms strike 

night blinks 
suffering blanks 
amid blackouts 

angel in white I can see 
or am I blind to what this means 
this way was never kind 
~ 
hushed the morning breaks

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Phyllis Babcock May 4, 2018 at 11:55 AM Had to read this twice and is a deep write Tim. Hope all is well with you. Glad your angel in white appeared. love phyl

Akkina Downing April 25, 2018 at 9:35 PM A deep write Tim.. hope you're doing good! Sending you hugs :)

Lisa Ricci April 23, 2018 at 12:37 PM Hello Tim. This is a must read out loud entry with emphasis. The title and opening line alone set the tone for the reader and tells the reader he will be reading poetry.

Eve Roper April 22, 2018 at 10:45 PM Deep write, Tim, deeper into your mind does strife.. Hugs Eve

Jean Murray April 21, 2018 at 6:28 PM Gosh, this is deep Tim. The barrel of steel with chambers has to be a gun? No going back? I hope not.

Heidi Sands April 21, 2018 at 3:18 PM Well expressed Tim. Nice to see the angel in white :)