by Richard Milton Grahn
Walking through fields of madness, pretending all is real. Picking blooming flowers of sadness, descending deep into their scent. Feelings grow in the waving grass. Teardrops flow from the evening sky. Rivers rise. Daylight hides. Just stormy clouds are left inside.
The wishing well is full of coins but still I stand here broke. Broken heart, broken soul, just token pieces left to hold. Chains of rain bind my brain, just thoughts of you in the misty haze…wandering through the cold dark maze, I’m searching here for the light of day.
Insanity might set me free. But I won’t get lost in this endless field. Forgetting you might ease the pain as petals fade in the pouring rain. But I’ll just chase my follies through the autumn leaves, pretending you’re right here with me. Caught in the gusts of a troubled breeze, I’ll bend with the grass till these feelings pass.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Richard Grahn is an American poet born in Wisconsin in 1959, currently living in Chicago, IL. He has traveled extensively and has been writing for over 30 years. He is also an avid sculptor, photographer and spacial designer. Until recently, most writings were unpublished. He is the author of “Word Pictures: Painting with Verse” (2017) and has recently published a number of poems online. He has a Fine Arts degree from Butte Community College, Oroville, CA with additional Fine Arts studies at Chico State University, Chico, CA. Links to his work online can be found on his website at https://grahnsong.wordpress.com.
Last updated November 08, 2017