passageways and alleyways
old gravel paths and trails
carousels and wishing wells
proof of life under my nails
clinging to life at any cost
to save myself regret
caution to the wind of want
drowning in a sea of debt
a poet of sorts, albeit inept
following the steps of those before
beautiful words from ones since dead
a self proclaimed word whore
Emerson and Whitman
and of course, Edgar Allen Poe
combining lyric to the rhyme
Homer, Yeats, Frost and Thoreau
yet none have touched my heart as such
not like the likes of you
living deliberately out of touch
come in varied shades of blue
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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