How much can one soul bare?

Between solid glass and floating water eyes weep.

Waiting for the echos to finish their crashing,

As this fever dream of reality stills.

How much can shoulders hold?

A life time of all seeing eyes blind to this wounded form.

Alone upon an ended road,

With nothing but a solemn view as witness.

How much can a mind dwell?

Upon these deepest parts in need of succor.

Let this figure blend in with a far horizon,

And spread wings that span beyond emotions.

How much can these ears listen?

To ravings of a starved and tormented voice.

This is the moment here upon two feet,

Leap into the unknown and be free.

How long will those wounding harpies wait?

Forever since their prey has grown courage and moved on.

Never will these feet come back,

Mislead by paths so naively trodden.

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Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.