Distant Places
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''“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” ''
Charles Bukowski
I feel my wings begin to flex,
my feathers starting to unfurl.
Soon my heart will leave this cage
and fly beyond the edge of space.
My spirit leaps on mighty wings.
My chains begin to fail.
Soaring now were I need be
above high Heaven's gate.
Here in silent solitude
my pen becomes alive.
My pen, my soul together now-
to drive my cares away.
And now the journey ends for me.
I'm back within my cage.
My empty heart now filled with joy,
at peace another day.
For John Lawless' DISTANT THINGS - Poetry Contest
Written Jun 11, 2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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