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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.)

Friday, May 6, 2016

My Turn

Some where in this still
with little left to fill
My heart is left to feel the thing I'm lacking

With out the gathered will
I wander lost until
with staggered breath the chill sweeps to my backing

The whipping always shrill
In a fever for the frill
I fall another victim to the cracking
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