the bard

chester maynes

when silence outside
is the remedy of a
chaos mind
these feet slip from
the agnostic sleep
and bed is rejected
afraid to get drunk
escaping from the pain

what sight forlorn
even the full bright
of the moon embarks a weep
not anyone share his burden
so fully misunderstood
unseen in the
suffering of a bachelor
and this bard is a
disappearing shadow
so much attained

the morrow approaches
evading the rising of the sun
leaving only the footsteps
on the earth that smells green


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