Medieval Times

On what might they blame my internment?
Surely, not a lack of discernment.

Not without its loneliness & tears…
Have been these fifteen celibate years.

It seems that I’m choosy to a fault…
To have found myself here in this vault.

Vulnerable; both soaking & wet…
Alone down here in my oubliette.

As Sun & Moon scrape my grill themed skies…
We’re to hang hope on dead rich white guys?

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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