Questions of the Soul

When you are or at least feel that you’re most alone do you hear them?

Oktoberfest Conversation- In Her Heart, I See My Soul

Questions of the Soul
by Michael Romani

Old injuries often breath again
Like phantom limbs reaching out like friends
This place; these people; often confuse
With a familiarity that will never lose
A smile that's not really a smile
And a know that's not really denial
There it is in the familiar feel
That thing that is both real and unreal
Like certainty in all of its confusion
And that feel of the concrete in our illusions
No steps walk us beyond our self made cages
Set out like waiting traps on our pages
It is said that it takes a thief to catch a thief
But, how much tragedy must fall to catch our grief?

(c) November 18, 2018  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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About alohapromisesforever

Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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