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December 05, 2022

Poetry Man

By Michael Lee Johnson

Poetry Man

I'm the poetry man, understand?
Dance, dance, dance to the crystals of night,
healing crystals detox nightmares, night tremors.
Death still comes in the shadow of grief,
hides beneath this blanket of time,
in the heat, in the cold.
Hold my hand on this journey
you won't be the first, but
you may be the last.
You and I so many avenues,
ventures and turns, so many years together
one bad incident, violence, unexpected,
one punch, all lights dim out.







Article © Michael Lee Johnson. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-08-15
Image(s) are public domain.
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