White Wolf Poet Free verse

Inner World:

I sit on a mountain in my mind,
Away from everything, especially time,
And the longer I sit, I start to feel it,
But then a storm comes along,
And I'm washed up to where I belong.
In the valleys far down, I find myself, I am found.
Ahead, a long trek, but I'm not finished yet.
I'm beginning to learn, the way we think can turn,
The reason for things, that I once could find,
Do not exist now, well not in my mind,
The angles have changed, no longer standing in range,
Getting use to the way, of living day by day.
For it seems to me, that we shall always be,
With our trivial chores, and meaningless clause,
But we know deep down, there is more hanging around,
As long as we see through to the truth,
Then the truth will always be found.
                         /|\
(9/22/2016)

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Darren White December 21, 2016 at 12:37 AM It's true, you know, living day by day, one day at a time. It's sometimes hard to not start analyzing what sort of day it will be, before I know it that's the only thing I do 0.o It's a good analogy/metaphor/whatever. It's not just the inner world, it's the outside world too. Darren White December 21, 2016 at 5:47 AM It doesn't FAIL to explain. It's the good part of it actually. It makes me think and think some more and isn't that what you like it to do? :) White Wolf December 21, 2016 at 1:36 AM It's like breathing! The inner becomes the outer, and the outer becomes the inner! But this poem fails to explain that! /|\

Freddie Robinson Jr. October 17, 2016 at 2:31 AM Very thought provoking poem, Rick. You're getting real existential on us now. That's alright, I love the mental exercise. Keep up the good writing. Love you like a brother from another mother. Love always. White Wolf October 17, 2016 at 2:42 AM Ha. I once told a black fella that I was blacker than him, he got real upset with me, he just couldn't see me on the inside is all. Thanks RW. I find it hard to say the word, love, so, back at ya bro. That reminds me, I should learn to say it now and then to the people I do. Love that is. Love love love, there, said it. Ha /|\