THE POETS LONELY PATH

Through the years

Darkened path so winding

At times

A force of unseen dominance

Demonic Grand Mal seizures

Possessive flower of age

Homogenous intentions

Sardonic grin of reckless behavior

Vain attempt at common sense

Alas

My drumbeats idiosyncrasy

Misunderstood by most

They just can’t dig the beat

Ignored but not forgotten

The true amorphic impact

Arrives in post mortems accolades

No worries

All is as it’s meant to be

I wander on in obscurity

Bleeding as I flow

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006