From the deepest depths of the self.
Comes a cry out of worry for my health.
A cry of irritation that’s been kept from the world.
A cry of illumination screaming what I stand for and want in this world.
The Nomadic Eagle
Posted on January 3, 2013, in art, daily life, Dark poetry, eagle, life, poems, poetry, postaday, stuff, writing and tagged anger, frustration, fuck this, health, illumination, Irritation, life, need, needs, postaday, screaming. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.