gold grand


tears talk
songs lie
myself is this
the earth where
i write

walk the
feet of poor
weaver’s grandson
to gold grand

mind thinks
the least
of existence
drifting and
lending peace

pride leaves
me and this
raw emotion
is a part of
the breakdown



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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