Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

In My Deep

My heart bleeds so, 
for they do not know 

The goings on in my deep, 
for it's starting to seep, 
seeping through, 
slowly,surely, 
seeping through 
My deep 

The deep is where I am, 
I am in the deep. 
I open the tide, 
for seeping through, 
I cannot predict when, 
this burst of emotional pen 

This place is the deep, 
the further I travel, 
the more I find, 
not afraid to leap 

In my deep 

To explore, 
and find what it is all for 

In my deep 

I do not descend in to the deep, 
I walk and write it's passages. 
I see foot prints, 
now and then, 
but now,not since 

For they are not mine. 
Do they follow me? 
Do they stalk? 
I do not know, 
for I walk, 
in my deep 

You must find your way back, 
from the deep 
It's many galleries,twists and turns, 
nooks and crannies 

To visit a while,can make you smile, 
for infinate depths of sleep, 
of which emotions seep, 
with burst of pen quill. 
To guide your will 

Seeping through,my deep, 
my awareness. 
I have awoken from my sleep, 
in all fairness, 
I like what I have found, 
for I now,begin to sound, 
the depths of my deep

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