The Inn.

The Inn.

A Poem by Chilson, Joshua

 Hard to remember
when last I was me
sitting in the smoke
of a bar down street.

 Betwixt the chaos
of mind bending thought
only you stood out
of the whole mad lot.

 So there I sat
trying to see
what it is this girl
stirred up inside of me.

 Fighting to stand
that I may introduce
myself to this woman
was more than truth.

 Feeling the fool
having never done this
but I introduced
as my mind did protest.

 I'm happy now
that I did that night
this woman is like fire
bringing my heart to life.


© 2012 Chilson, Joshua


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Chilson, Joshua
Chilson, Joshua

Carlisle, PA



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I write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..

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