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He who walks with wolves braves the unknown.

Petals and poetry, puddles of peonies
light my way along this crumbling path
where the rain has struck me, and fallen, I have
I carry myself with perfection
but this perfectionist is flawed
Nights I calmly whisper my feelings
to myself, as I fall into a not so deep sleep
No one to hear the cries, but four cracked walls
and maybe my pillows join the conversation

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

Comments (6)

  • Jacquie Dick . May 10, 2013 . Reply

    Nice narrative poem…with a great alliterative opening. I like the cracked wall and the pillow joining in. A study in poetic isolation. Nice job! 🙂

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . May 10, 2013 . Reply

      Thank you so much Jackie. My pillows always join in. ♥

  • Beth . June 30, 2013 . Reply

    That was great! Unfortunatly I can’t leave some grand literary comment as your other comment- heck I’m a foodie not a poet or writer lol. But I do enjoy and love your writing and poetry very much and it is always so moving, heartfelt and beautiful and stirs my soul and touch my heart.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . June 30, 2013 . Reply

      Oh, I adore food. I’m always eating. I’m sure there’s a writer in you Beth. It puts such a huge smile on my face knowing how much my work moves you. Thank you so much! ♥

  • zully . July 6, 2013 . Reply

    Really nice, I felt the last four stanzas…
    “Nights I calmly whisper my inner feelings
    to myself, as I fall into a not so deep sleep.
    No one to hear the cries, but four cracked walls
    and maybe my pillows join the conversation.”
    :beauty:

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . July 6, 2013 . Reply

      Thank you Zully. Don’t we all calmly whisper our inner feelings to ourselves at night as we fall into a not so deep sleep? ♥ 🙂

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