The days got shorter,
the dark coldness began.
Walking up a cast iron tunnel,
seeing what is from behind.
Passing everyone in the corridor,
with horns and songs,
singing the songs of thoughts,
together in peace with neutral senses
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I see native children lost in the wasteland,
only to find flowers emerging out of shoes.
Knives in my stomach deriving from satisfaction,
Retching like a cat eating grass.
Hearing the noise and the embarrassment.
The control of breath and I am as one.
With never-ending forgiveness as a baby learns to walk He watches as I crawl.
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Only at the top of a castle in Jerusalem,
I found the misty sense of humility.
Slugs that walk in three's were there,
they were also in the tunnel of constant cycles.
Only to find I am alone breathing the stale subway air,
Only when it is time to complete the passage
Will I be cleansed
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About the Creator
Leah Hicks
I am choosing to write poetry as I have to keep learning and developing my psyche hopes to help someone along the way. By using my mind and the use of metaphor is another way I can describe the invisible.
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