Poems from lcklatt
Monday rolls around again
Like a boulder being moved in front of the cave
The work week tires me, needlessly
At times into a pit of agony...
By now, it has to be, somewhere during mid-week
My dreams are a balloon at times losing their helium
Dip diving back to the surface,
The...
My days are the yearning kind
Desiring for what only God can provide
Looking elsewhere for what can only be found inside
Luke 17:21 set...
I feel like I am three years old,
With the authority of a king
I can send ships, I can rule the city
I can create wealth and induce...
Confined in these lines, how much movement is mine
How much deviance is permissible without going too far as to be
Unacceptable ...