Weeks Later - Poem by Tyler Comstock
In this lull in my mind I’m happy all the time
And I seem to truly exist here,
Settled down in the in-between
Of the constant waves of anger.
Now, in the low tide of my temperament
When the angry water heads back
Lingering, and kissing my ankles
Those thoughts retreat back to the body of
That feeling that outranks everybody
And everything, to reveal to me
That without it I am too simple,
As thin and fragile as magnolia petals.
This madness has caused me to
Spill wine on the earth of my person
Carefully meaningless remarks about human nature
Like I could have possibly known
Out destiny before it was scribbled down
Surprises slip out, not waiting for permission
Roller coaster ride of change, I love people.
Every word said was in strange abandonment.
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