Brooke Dylan Poet Quatrain

My Inner Self

Reaching in that hand of scorn
walking through traffic encased
welding heart inside my mind
I could hear him throughout my kind
I stand in  hurt consumed by blame
a question since the beginning of time
I shut my eyes to dream in peace
the howls upon my back release 
like all things the inevitable will come
those unidentified features of long ago...

From my window I do see
a voice calling to me
I awoke only to the edge of time
to a world of infectious lies
and the complacent days
allows me to share my thoughts
masters of pain, drowning butterflies  
whose eyes will slice my inner self
with untamed  obstacles, resting quietly
weathered worn from time, 
cloudy with chances of dreaming
once again ...

Brooke Dylan 2014

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Robert Lindley May 30, 2014 at 3:29 PM A great and intense write!!! Very deep and loaded with passion too. Bravooooooo!!!

Monterey Sirak May 22, 2014 at 6:15 AM Wow! The images you create are amazing! "Drowning butterflies whose eyes will slice" is a stunning line. I never once considered the eyes of a butterfly before.

Deborah Shiells May 19, 2014 at 12:13 PM Hi Brooke My friend these words were very moving and its no surprise how you are always able to convey the clearest vision for the reader to see and understand and feel. Beautiful write and here is a kind wish for you. Thanks for sharing this with us. Love and Peace, Deborah

Vincent Flannery May 18, 2014 at 12:03 PM Nicely written Brooke. So deep and true. Life can be so cold so often. But dreams so often come true. I hopes yours do too. Take care!

Lily Twinkle May 18, 2014 at 11:27 AM Wonderfully deep imagery ;) I could also imagine closing the curtains, retreating into a deeper shadow,... I enjoyed reading this ^_^