I am afraid it remains the truth,
ever since my fraught youth,
that I am an agent of the night,
a provocateur of the sacred write.Â
Sitting here with quill in hand,
on a lifelong quest to understand,
the rhythm within every rhyme,
within lines thinner than a dime.Â
For I am one who always delvesÂ
well beyond these old bookshelves,
chasing shadows out of their light,
so they cannot hide in plain sight.Â
In the chance that I might find—Â
any chance to then rewindÂ
these flashbacks of my life—Â
finally bypass all of its strife.Â
On my way to finally attainÂ
all of the wisdom in this rain,
uncover what is false yet true,
at last, then face myself anew.Â







I like how you describe yourself a person who writes at night and looks deeper than most to get the core of things.
Powerful work.
Life of a writer, LDF. Appreciate you.
Damian