Days
Turning to weeks of months.
Searching.
No hope.
Frustration piled on frustrations.
As if the world is stacked against me.
I only want connection.
I only want to plug in.
But sunk I have become
and no hope lies in wait to pull me from this desolation.
But lo,
What hap is here?
When all is lost and body crawls as if to the very edge of it?
Herein lies the future of my everything?
Such a small device.
Tease me not
like so many things speaking of a bright answer,
bringing promise of all I desire,
only to dissolve into the ever growing pile of disappointment and shortcomings.
No,
I beg you to be different than those.
Be unto me and mine a savior
and pull me out from this bleak existence.
Yes!
I fear to celebrate to soon, but...
Yes!
It is so!
The world has been brought into my hands.
My freedom made again true.
With such a small thing
of little worth itself.
Yet it is the portal through which all things will be possible.
Never again will my writings be late.
Never again will questions be unanswered.
Never again will thoughts be unspoken.
Nor words left unread.
Liberation!
Sweet
Unadulterated
Connection!
Welcome
Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker
(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)
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