Poetic Depth Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Poetic Depth



Always the first
of blood we trust
in echoes of the ego
at the end of the day
to rue the rule of life
do, wake me up
or not; maybe
this obsessed
aftertaste; is
ephemera
mismatched
a time keeper
slowly tapping
as you sing
the end

Thursday, April 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: ego ,first,life,rule
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