Poetry 101

(C)Bob Christian Poetry

Searching deep within me.
Down, where the light has never reached.

Searching my memories,
Looking for one of who I used to be.

Exploring, revisiting,
Reliving feelings lost. Recording them anew.

Words flowing out, Crimson on metallic paper. Like that night.

Standing, vocalising, terrible feelings, laid bare for your approval.

Head down, leaving the stage, it’s over I’ve given it my all.

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