Hi, I hope this post finds you well and safe. Struggling with depression I have been working on my poetry in its form and presentation . Also in its story that I like to hide within and yet underneath the words that we find in print.
I would welcome any and all feedback on how I write and also how it could be improved, which I aim to do when I find the time to carry out such work and obvious when the demon depression allows me time to do so. Therefore on with todays poem.
Prisoner Come Pass on by lover of my mind You soft skin infectious to decipher Invading my thoughts unwanted in kind Playing the flute like a Pied Piper. Your eyes light the darkness of my soul Where unwilling unfettered I stand aside. Open the windows of your soul to the cold. Warm the cold heart where lonely abide. A smile that sets the shackles free, Why do you hide your beauty from all? Unseen by souls that need to see The untouched beauty that no one calls. Why do you lay in the inner halls of my mind? Come set free from the prison of conception. © Pat Fitzgerald 2020
Until next time I hope and pray that you remain safe and well.