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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.)

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Help

Some one inside of there is screaming
were it not for the sound around
somehow drowning out
the intrinsic value of despair

Our care is slowly spilling
Sinking without speaking
still we rather share our sadness with the world
without any chance to land inside an open ear

No help will arrive.
Not now.  Not ever.
for the excitement is the weather
shaking violent the purest throat without care

weeping gently giving ground
astounding that the feeling freely shows itself
for all the wicked wealth of joy we have
more glad are we to destroy the chance at helping
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