Ect Poems
Somber
by Ovid Present
Take to a place that’s still and your own
Do you know who you are
Open wound, too much in this life
Center disclosed, and empty of splendor
A few words delivered, as seen by the sender
Insight, distortion that invokes an image
All delights punish, a price for the pleasure
What is this curse …to suffer the mind by emotional verse
Feel the view with easy eye; somber reality there’s truth in “in touch”
As though a drug induced haze I’ll think too much
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Somber
by Ovid Present
Take to a place that’s still and your own
Do you know who you are
Open wound, too much in this life
Center disclosed, and empty of splendor
A few words delivered, as seen by the sender
Insight, distortion that invokes an image
All delights punish, a price for the pleasure
What is this curse …to suffer the mind by emotional verse
Feel the view with easy eye; somber reality there’s truth in “in touch”
As though a drug induced haze I’ll think too much
......
