While I’m Able

Archaic and stuck behind
in hands so cloudy a cease
has come to my calm blind
is a word I call it my peace. 

I shall never calculate pain
for rampant is its circle of
crippling my sense of trust
and has me starve for love.

Monster I proceed unknown
in my mind is the taste late
has been sense to my mind
which is placed on my plate.

Forgive me time I travel fast
and leave all anguish in fog.
Kick the habits I will and I
resign my title as some dog.

Want something more beauty
slivers through cracks unstable
and I collect my thoughts now
the best while I can and am able.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Lovely words (─‿‿─)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Bogdan thank you very much!!!

      Liked by 1 person

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