Poetry

Poetry
Taken from the pages
Of anarchy
Full in the hearts of subtlety
Showing no malice is
Poetry.

Poetry
Why have you come
To be my destiny?
Nothing matters but
The throes of the heart in
Poetry.

Poetry
Anger, passion, full
Of the vacant sound coming
From that original sin
Even then
Blessed is the heart
That changes history with
Poetry.

Poetry
No one can know what
Could have been
My heart, my love and
All life has been and now
Come be within
Poetry.
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014