I am unsure how long i've been here.
It remains unclear the steps that lead to this.
Yet I willingly take the steps to maintain this position.
Waning and failing in the salty glow.
I did not put myself here so willingly,
But now that it is so, I will.
Give up no ground.
The only thing that I have ever counted on.
So willingly given.
So easily lost.
With nothing left but a back to rest upon.
My claws are sharp and so my teeth are gnashing.
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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