A call to my readers on the #NationalPoetryDay! — Dear reader . . .
My words invite you
My pages are your pain documented.
Find yourself in my art,
Or maybe, lose yourself — who knows? For without you,
My words fall on deaf ears, blinded vision,
My rhythm unfollows the rules of Iambic Pentameter
And my symbolism loses its essence
In this big, inhuman world. Dear reader . . .
Step inside my dungeon and take refuge.
Gulp down your deepest fears, celebrate your brightest thoughts.
Raise a toast holding a cold, reluctant wine
With my words decorating the rim of your glass.
