I’m Talking To Myself

I’m talking to myself.
I’m listening to my soul.
Tasting the silver spoons
of my neighborhood, I went
straight to the wilderness.

Today is Tuesday.
The morning is fine.
I hear myself with myself.
There is freedom that has
been stolen, freedom that
has been abused.

I’m talking to myself.
Amused to be alone.
Isolation is not created
without the lonely world.
I keep my secrets to myself
and bend my knees in the end.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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