Meandering Down An Etched Path

Meandering down an etched pathWith vines & foliage on all sidesThe overgrowth keeps secrets locked& provides the perfect place to hide I know where I always wish to beA forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to lookReality, hatred & cruelty forever expungedI’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book

Feeding Page After Page Into The Typewriter

Feeding page after page into the typewriterI feel like a Saint from a forgotten realmThey could really write back thenKeeping an even keel with one hand on the helmI’m not the pirate you bargained forSimple words of varying degreesI write of the love you’ve desiredBut when I only smile, you call me a tease

I’m Still A Child 

  I’m still a child I don’t care for your haughty tones Such an upright citizen Plugged your soul into your phone But I’m still telling stories of Neverland I’m the Pan – crowing wild & free Not living within your societal realms I wouldn’t want you to forget I’m still me Image by Steve Bidmead from Pixabay