Late night tension
drives the soul
to feel the fear
of psychic energy.
What matters only
is love,
but yet lost
is passion.
Where does the heart
feel the least pain
when chain links
surround the body,
imaginary torture
of the mind.
Speaking of
that moment
before a tear,
we laid loose
our opportunity
to quiet our fear.
That golden child
will not wane
when civility seems
profane,
that fear would
respond inside
a spoken
atmosphere.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
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