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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.)

Saturday, November 19, 2016

The Truth

Is it really inaction
that keeps me here with you
with this nausea in my brain
Is it the choice to not choose
That has led to this baseline

I am in a prison of my own construction
It has no walls
It has no bars
It is the restriction of self editing
The fear of success
no
It is change that holds me down
The action, of which I am most afraid

But there are many things externally to blame.
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