Brian Hinckley

Rookie (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Two Sides To Every Coin - Poem by Brian Hinckley

A day of mourning,
a night of celebration.
Two sides to a coin,
ever spinning through life.

Work drives the day,
liquor fuels the night.
The give and take of life,
more taking than giving.

Feed the mind,
starve the soul.
Something is lacking,
yet we don't know what.

Human connection,
relationship detachment.
Yes or no or maybe,
questions with no answers.

Time loses meaning,
meaning loses form.
You're my ever flipping coin,
feeding my soul while losing my mind.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 12, 2008

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