Naked Souls

Poetry is a 
refuge for 
a lonely life

the antidote
for pain 
and strife

warm words 
blanketing
a frigid night

tonic for thirsty sailors 
drowning in an ocean 
from which we cannot drink

To our deserted island we go 

while the world 
casts us loners, 
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...

Let them judge 
as they wine and dine 
in crowded rooms 
on cell patrol

while we outcasts 
flock to the light
to share our truth...

Naked souls soar 
the highest. 

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Comments

poemagraphic

Wed 2nd Jan 2019 09:54

Mmmmmmm music to my ears.

…"Naked souls sour the highest."

Adorable line Vautaw

Po

<Deleted User> (19836)

Wed 2nd Jan 2019 03:45

Beautifully written!

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