THE POETS LONELY PATH
Through the years
Darkened path so winding
At times
A force of unseen dominance
Demonic Grand Mal seizures
Possessive flower of age
Homogenous intentions
Sardonic grin of reckless behavior
Vain attempt at common sense
Alas
My drumbeats idiosyncrasy
Misunderstood by most
They just can’t dig the beat
Ignored but not forgotten
The true amorphic impact
Arrives in post mortems accolades
No worries
All is as it’s meant to be
I wander on in obscurity
Bleeding as I flow
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
