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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, December 7, 2016

beholden

In the final moments before the dawn
I held the event in such high regard
As if the outcome was my life
Some incarnation of my essence
I clung to this idea as a baby to anything within reach
With no understanding except the grip itself
But the passing of time is cruel
The hand of truth is firm
The moment it had been yanked from before me
was the moment i knew i did not need it
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