Witnessed it's existence

it's solid living proof ,

Felt it's fire at mature age

disregard my youth .

It captured me

in it's casted net ,

Questioned my life and

corrected my regret .

An innocent ruin

of my kind,

a treacherous heart

running blind .

Rested on my center

the world evolved,

to surrender to another

the world dissolved .

It's electrical current

in my heart infused,

Defines the emotion , but

erases the notion

to refuse .

A shape shifting sculpture

of what it will portray,

an art display of a reformed heart

molded new with clay .

Metanoia, a cycle of it's change

that it's influence has controlled

with the possession of it's taste .

Love ..

Submitted: May 02, 2018

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I'm really enjoying this recent change to your poems. CE! Excellent!

Wed, May 2nd, 2018 8:52pm


Thanks hully:) I'm glad you are enjoying my different work.

Thu, May 3rd, 2018 1:27am

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