a poet’s desperation

This is the post excerpt.


At that moment that words slip away from the soul connected to the heart
to lay down upon a visualized surface
the desperation begins for the poet
who dares not envision
being read.

The poet cannot help itself
as the creations ooze from
the depths of a universe
where no chaos was refused
and parallelism existed
with no nods from acceptance
simply fluid energy unending.

Author: kateylb

Life is too short and I have already been here too long. This process of being IN LOVE with LOVE Has been worth the life lived.

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