Inside Brightness Poem by Christoph Praus

Inside Brightness



I think and then I fall inside,
Crawl deeper into my hands,
And long for another voice,
To speak and raise within,
A spectre of lost pride;

But a deeper craving still,
For warm and stranger sand,
A new and brighter choice,
For family or kindly kin,
An iron will not denied.

Friday, February 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mind
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suburban Lovechild 15 February 2015

For warm and stranger sand. I like that a lot. Nice write.

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