Where will i rest
When my worldly thirsts consume me
When i’m clad in green
Both envious and wealthy
Catered to every whim, but my own
When we will the words,
Finally fall from my finger tips
Draped in relevance
Honesty, impeccable and pure
How to rest
When the fear lingers within you
Is far beyond,what i earnestly wish to perceive
How to weep
When the answers seem fleeting
Eaten alive, from a caldron of cynicism
Hold firm to the soil you’ve designed
Unfazed by erosion, faithful and sure
Just thought id also let you know, that my book “Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion” is now available on itunes for free. https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/guardian-of-the-inkwell/id584542847?mt=11
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