Most Of The Time

Most of the time
you don’t hear the
ticking of the clock.

Most of the time
there is blindness
in your mind.

Most of the time
the nights are like
savages of the wild.

Most of the time
you quit to meditate
the good things.

Most of the time
the negative energy
dwells in your depth.

Most of the time
I flinch at the thought
of you in those ways.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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