In The Wilderness

Where
secrets bound
the leather seats
of the devils.

Freedom
is manufactured.

Things do not
always go right.
The blunder of

darkness is
inevitable.

One heart might
not agree to
some

and I
am an actor
of the light
and the dark.

Here,
I move freely
without being
watched.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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