There is a recurring dream that haunts me,
Nearly nightly as the dawn plots to assail my eyes.
In this imagined reality I am always moments away from my death.
Never is it clear what ails me.
Never is it explained what vehicle demonstrates my mortality.
But I am given one task to prolong my life.
As long as I do this simple thing I can live forever.
My charge is to dance each evening before I take my rest.
I am to joyfully express my elation,
As I dance upon the graves of all my family.
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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