The Gate Of Inward
Just when I feel on top
Thoughts come…Impossible to stop
Then there I go again
As I claim the absence of sin
I crashed the gates of inward
Where I cage misguided words
Where I see my flaws beneath my skin
Then I’m in that place again
Begging for a painful end
Feeling the coldness of my soul
Seeing the pain of me as old
Trying to stop the vibration
Of my reckless mistake in creation
Trying to recognize
The reflection of indifferent eyes
Denying wasted last chances
Lying about lost last dances
Wanting out of inward again
Craving a gust of wind
To help me fly beyond my mind
To find another time
Outside the gate of me
In an episode of simply free
Gate of Inward-
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 
Really lovely words.
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