Down To The Bone - Poem by David Lacey
Left alone to devices my own
Feeding off love, chew down to the bone
The world surrounds it grounds me
Find me and you’ve found me.
Who are these people?
These masks parading vanity.
Leave me and believe me when I say
That no promise of insanity could stir me
Myself away from the day at hand and changing.
Do you find me strange?
The melody fresh is the freshest breathe
The harmony arranging
Holds me safe within myself
Holds me as I’m changing
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