Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Breach 18-073Z

Clutter clutter in the mind
Surfaces when rest my head
Lay awake looking up
In the darkness body speaks

Great beasts breaches
Spouting memories
Expel tension with each breath
Beast is beached upon the shore

Seducing stories tell myself
Once brought comfort
They are no longer true
Let them go

I'm not that person anymore
Inhale deeply to my gut
Breath in new interpretation
Healing in the present of the past

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-073Z)

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