Voice

Voice

A Poem by Nosce Te Ipsum

a crown for what i am

black eyes, hollowed out and deep

my soul that martyred itself for contact

a wing for what i am not

redeptive, direction,

and a rearview mirror

attached like ivy

to a pillar of white stone

© 2011 Nosce Te Ipsum


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Nosce Te Ipsum
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Honestly, I simply write for myself. I'm not big on the technicalities. I do it to keep myself sane because generally there is no other way to release my emotions. I will be thrilled and overjoyed if .. more..

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