He lives inside his head
Worlds once only imagined
Through words he has said
Life is given to the pageant
The journey is given
So others maybe see
A new point of view
Of what a life can be
Everyone has a story
One that needs telling
On keyboard or in ink
Inside it is always dwelling
Write it down, tell the tale
Before it begins to fade
Releasing the demons
In silence that are made
Stoic Poetry
Beautifully explained. 🙂
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Thank you Terveen.
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Superbly evoked
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Thank you.
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Wonderful writing, Stephen!
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Thank you Susi.
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