Poetry Unmasked
Like children playing
games at a park, poetry
flows inside a heart.
Innocent passion,
overthrowing desire,
distorting present.
Time lost within wind,
growing weary tomorrow,
lasting through the days.
Writing a lifestyle,
difficult passion feeding,
devouring soul.
Thirsting for lasting
truth beyond outer limits.
Engaging lifeless
thoughts from within self.
Ignoring present actions,
imagination.
Lost within one’s self,
letting reflections control.
Commanding image
threaten existence
looming in shadows awake.
Struggling poem.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/11/09
*More information about this poem in my new blog.
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