February 6, 2015
All Poetry

Un-Rest

There is an Un rest in my soul that no amount of creativity seems to quiet
Its like a wind tunnel that never stops howling
An empty chamber
Sometimes its the Magic of the Flute
Sometimes a Gun Shot hole in the Heart
A 1,000 untold stories line its walls
Like hundreds of different furry animals
Each one hungry for its unique food
Each one liking to be pet its own way
A complex network of distinctive individual personalities somehow merging into my soul
Caught between todays waves and the shores of yesterday
A chimpanzee drinking a coconut down the coastline
Crying
Born with the Wisdom of Man
With out the ability to Express It!

(c) Jack Roman
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