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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.)

Friday, November 3, 2017

The Moors

Some great sweeping relief
Standing in unattended waters
It is the blind that feel their way in this
When we rely on our senses
We are sitting out
Elated to the point of numbness
Awake with fear and terror
Wonderful and unsettling we embrace
A full and broken step
In time I fall behind
There is no place for hope in here
There is no peace of mind.
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