2 poems from Stephen Allen : Sanctuary & Second Chance


The poet rests in his sanctuary
The place of the imagination
Dwelling between emotions
Conceived by aesthetic beauty
Sometime divine and esoteric

That all encompassing longing to
Express, through common language,
That which is so sadly uncommon 
Words that seek to form a bridge 
Between the abstract and inarticulate

(c) Stephen Allen /Stoic Poetry

Second Chance

If I could have another chance, 
I wouldn’t change a single thing.
I’d run like hell and never look back, 
as the world burns to the ground behind me.

And I would swear to change it all, 
but never let them push me to my knees.
I would fight like an animal. 
I wouldn’t do anything differently. 

I wish that part of me believed,
I’m going to come home someday,
but this is my very own escape, 
and is there purpose without meaning?
Was there ever a chance to change anything?

(c) Stephen Allen /Stoic Poetry

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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