Author: Coleman Monroe Lowe
Poetry
Myopic Tunnel
Through a tunnel i walk
Stumbling upon the demons i stalk
Straining to understand their words
Yet afraid of what their message may hold
The walls and path are all ablur
As further along i do blunder
Stumbling and falling
To rise once more
Searching for a magical door
To release me from this caliginous gambit
Then the goblins and trepidation omit
To deliver me anew to the suns bright glare
And release me once more from the captivity of despair
...Epitomical Angel
Your face,
Your lips.
The little mole upon your hip.
A hidden ring,
The sparkle in your big brown eyes.
The magic in your parted thighs.
So much of you I do recall.
But of your name,
Not at all.
What's that speak of me?
When I look in the mirror,
Whom do I see
When i look at myself,
What do I consider?
Just why,
Can't I remember?
You did so very much for me.
And,
You did it all for free.
Without any expectation.
But i can't remember,
Your information.
Without you,
I might have perished.
And always will,
Your memories,
Be cherished.
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