Mark Matthews Poet Bio

The Walls

As I lay
the last stones
in the foundation
ghosts rise
from the unseen graves
swirling around my head.
These forms
haunted my life
for too long,
now I must
exorsize them
from my lands.

Sending Misery 
and Sorrow
to chase them away
I take my new scrolls
and start constructing 
the frame,
for my writings
are stronger
than any timber
that was used in the past.
Using the smoothest
   and finest 
of pens
I connect them
and it flows together
like mercury being
heated.

Stopping for a minute
To wipe the punctuation
from my brow
I spot a lioness
traipsing through
my rejuvenating domain
       with a slight curl
of a smile on her lips.
Instead of chasing her away
I allow her
to move freely about,
watching to see
   how my lands react
to her presence,
    for now
      we'll take it
  by the day.

Then 
    taking up a fresh pen
       I begin to scribe
            the walls,
filling them with
      words of inspiration.

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