For all the times I’ve fallen,
To express myself seems to be my calling,
I seem to deal with the same situation,
Yet this tight rope has variation,
Perfect a craft; perfect a skill,
Diagnose my faults as to take a pill,
Once again I can face what is ahead,
Ideas & notions my mind has said,
Although I weed out thorns of thought,
There is a debt of choices I have bought,
I’ll try my best to follow along,
An awakening to life, or just being gone,
Consciously I’m back to who I am,
Once again this all seems to begin.
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Published by Daniel Feindt
Daniel Feindt currently lives in Bucks County PA, where he has written many poems and self-published various books... Currently Daniel also enjoys painting artwork with acrylics and works with web-design to share his work online... In 1999, Daniel was diagnosed with a mental illness, which has inspired him to learn how the mind works, as well as what it means to be human in this world... With the range of thoughts and emotions involved, he has aspired to present them in the best way possible for the reader...
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