The Hole Consoles

There I said it,
again I yell see.
I throw back a
cross look leave.

No care in life
does adorn me.
I grow ever up,
you I try reach.

I can’t get it so I
often wrong trace
a place I reach so
it I might erase.

Bruised, beaten
in a hole a head
mine aches loud I
read stars instead.

They pulse over,
your body is bled.
Feed my ego love
until I am dead.

I’ll go after sweet
sighs rest upon
eyes so beautiful
as if were dawn.

If only I could I
would recifty me
by showing a kin
soul where leave.

So let the stars
tell us of our fate.
I’m reeling love,
impatient I sedate.

I drift always go
away to my hole.
Where my soul I
sit and I console.

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Ladies and gentleman I am humbled to have so many of you tuning in to read. So, if I might, I’d like to send you sweetly off unto the night rocking my friends. Here’s a little rock and roll to usher in the Fourth Of July weekend. Stay safe and rock on.

9 Comments Add yours

  1. blindzanygirl says:

    This is great

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you my friend.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. blindzanygirl says:

        You are welcome

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  2. kristianw84 says:

    Beautiful poem, excellent song choice, been thinking about ya, I hope all is well. Happy 4th, Winchester!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Kristian. I hope everything works out for you.

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      1. kristianw84 says:

        Thank you, Jared. I have no doubt this will lead me on the path I was meant to take. Better things are waiting.

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