I did; they left & the others aren’t here,
Opposing what is subsequent & near,
A poem; for at one point they knew him,
The blood flows through the body given,
Veins directed in misunderstood correction,
Unfolding material for a form of protection,
Never flipped; straight static for all,
Another silent scenario & no one to call,
The options must be waited on; for & from,
Unfortunately I’m close to being done,
Time waits for no man; open time to write,
A misleading way to fight my way to flight,
Concluding where silence is a dare,
This romance attaches to nothing there.
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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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