left inside my arms now


I’m still healing,
forever feeling,
pain is a shelter if
comfort is what you find,

holding steady,
just to feel fine,

steady to the beat,
silent the drum,

yeah smile thru the pain…


Holding you in my arms, whoa!
to find woe is the beat you
sing, melody your harm,

I won’t let the terror unsteal you now,
thru the eye of a need,
and heart of a mind…


poets find comfort,
in words
lost and hurt, feeling

feeling down…


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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