Path Of Life Poem by Le Griot Electronique

~le Griot So you have answered my poem with a poem. Then I must continue: It's the words beneath the words that frighten me. Scattered and hidden in the back of my mind, on scraps of paper, (in the silences) . Bold as a burp I sometimes dropp them carelessly, in midsentences, in startled gaps of mundane conversation. I lose them to the hungry air, my real portrait, untouched glossy face. Cheryl