Boy, overcome

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Eric Martin

Tired of wandering I took a moment to rest.I tried to find comfort in this vast, open space,illusive as my own peace of mind.Surveying the clouds like the child I was so long ago,I almost willed them to paint me a picture.As I began to feel they too were as unreliable as everything else in my life,a deliberate wind danced like a brush in the sky,revealing what I guess it felt I needed to see.I never really understood the need to visualize this kind of cryptic fantasy,because I was so tired of everyone and their affinity for an inspiring metaphor,but losing myself in the skyline something resonated in head,a voice,an unfamiliar voice, it said:"Boy, overcome"As if the very answer that I didn't know I was looking for suddenly found ME,I turned to my own metaphorical demon,my only loyal companion.and quizzically it caught my eyeI said what I needed to say,what I should have said a long time ago,when I was lost in another lifetime.It nodded in a sullen understanding...and it vanished.Poetry by Eric R. MartinPrints and posters available:

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