The Conclusion
What if I were to give my passion to thee?
Unbound the chains to these iron gates and watch it flee,
Overgrown with vine and darkness I cannot break free,
I have always known why you could not see me for me,
On my knees I watch the omnious clouds roll in upon the shore,
Silt, sand and grit in hand has done nothing but make me sink,
Into another one of those endless roars,
Crash of a wave once more,
Is it me that I have failed or the sky above I cannot deplore,
The only guarantee that awaits is neither here nor there,
Yet it awaits,
It awaits silently a guarantee full of despair,
It's been a constant climb, knowing that there is a top,
A beginning and an end I expect that sudden drop,
Nothing is promised nor guaranteed but the beginning and the end,
And at this point I will stop.
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Kyle's_Allegory
I grew up in the Piney Woods of East Texas down a red dirt road which felt like in the middle of no where as a kid. My summers were spent walking creek banks through the forest and swimming in ponds. We did not have cable or satellite so I spent most of my time in the outdoors which I feel played a big role in my ability to open up and connect with nature. I prefer to write outdoors, my mind tends to run freely with deeper and more meaningful thoughts. As Ive grown older I seem to make more and more excuses as to why I am too busy to write, which is a bad thing because its an outlet for me. List of my favorite Poets: Charles Bukowski, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Edgar Allen Poe, and many more.
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