Breathing Room

Another day for what is according to a start,
The fine tuned lyrics without forms of art,
When heart can be thought of as soul,
Where inspiration politely pays the toll,
Again with the questions & quotes,
All of the paper filled with musical notes,
Yet not for my benefit of this life I live,
So take nothing into account to finally give,
Surround me & feel less of what’s finished,
Increasing the many things that diminish,
Or hold this away from the intent seen,
Someday simplifying all that I mean,
A message of hope, with ashes & smoke,
Recreating a form once shattered & broke.

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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