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A venue To Dead End Streets.

Updated on June 18, 2017

initial contact dead ahead.

A Venue To Dead End Streets.


Insurmountable walls

created by me,

lie between us.

Checking the ropes,

that I hope will

be our heartstrings.

Stammering rehearsed words,

of what I might say,

given a split second

to grace your attention

with my feeble thoughts.

Never really seeing

that small door

left open to your soul,

as you strive to let

loneliness out.

As you hope someone

will come in without fanfare,

coined catch phrases,

and forced emotions.

Just an impromptu hello,

and a warm grin

would do it,

filling your hunger

for companionship.

Convert sad sensations

into conversations.

Beauty is far

too often ignored,

as beyond the

common man's grasp.


Meanwhile I load

my monkey backpack

like a stammering child

full of desparity

as I prepare to reach you

in ways you'd

never care to see.

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2017


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      Itswritten 8 years ago from Detroit, Michigan

      Great Poem