I am living in the trap of winter.
I feel the slightest misstep,
However genuine
or true
whether caused by external force
A need to fulfill what is expected of who I am perceived to be
or the drive that grinds at the heart of who I truly am
being misunderstood by our modern social graces
will draw the grasp of watching eyes
and cause the spring.
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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