Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I write to neutralize
the demonic intruders,
lined paper beckons me
not so differently than
a dime store siren,
I write to balance
the scales of torment
curtail the loons that wail
across the lakes of time,
firewater rippling across
the fragile neurons
calling me into the depths,
where saturated notions
understand the temperature changes
and awareness isn't numbed nor afraid,
I resist, I protest, I swim
like a desperate wannabe champion
a rogue salmon upstream
to the banks of perceived sanity,
then I whip out my waterproof
pen and paper and write a little
like there is no tomorrow

You write so well. Loved this.

thank you kindly, dadio........have a good week .......

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