Matus76

by FeatherMoon Poet Entangled by floating words and fluctuating emotions Anywhere, somewhere between a concept and reality. I deeply feel its mere existence Confining, blinding in darkness unto itself. No beginning or ending lies within Tormenting without escape, Absorbing my mind Forming and waiting, Till my choice becomes hardening and undoing. All things being that of great and small Lay dormant and unknowing Seeking emotions and words to give them life. Yet in the realms of my heart is that of red clay Spiritual shadows dwell in mounds of naked beauty, Yielding, yet piercing into the cracks of dim light. Before me and wi...