Poem -

Has The Storm Ended?

Memories so powerful
For decades carried on
Irrepressible imagery
Immature mentality.

Desires to return to
Completely impossible
Happiness that were
Masking sadness so sure.

Created denial
At possibles again
For decades' fueled forth
Self blinded within.

Through sun broken clouds
Could the light be real?
Moment's voiced'n touch
Shared surreal appeal.

So long had it been
I'd forgotten what like
To have found a friend
To finally have,
One again.

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Tony Taylor

Hey Ryk john Miller!!.......haven't read you for a few (my loss)..........but your stuff is VERY lyrical...........I can relate this  easily, to musical delivery..............maybe I'm wrong...........but you can feel the rhythm and timing here.............and I love the way you tie your subject matter together at the end.............with loneliness being reconciled with newly found friendship..............well done my friend!!..............smiles...............T xo

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Ryk John Miller...

Wha'?  Whoa.  Cool!  Thank you for letting me know, Admin. :D

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