I don't know where to look any longer
so many convoluted options
and choices that appear to be
but are in fact
not options
The landscape is so cluttered
flooded
my ability to discern the edges long forgotten
Not only my cognitive ability
but now
my will is slipping
Overcome by helplessness I seek any hand outstretched to me
but that landscape, too, is smothering
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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