Somewhere a heart bleeds for eyes seen on a screen, a spirit so vibrant it’s forced to live in a bottomless well of indellible ink, a soul as triumphant as time and grace itself, in love with the thought of limitless passions and never ending, ever growing soul-mating . A soul arrogant for a fleeting minute at being outed by the face staring back from the other side of a bureau’s triple mirror, understanding reflection.
She's in Prison 
All poets feel this way on occasion….you have captured it well….
Thank you! It’s nice to know someone empathizes!
Somewhere a heart bleeds for eyes seen on a screen, a spirit so vibrant it’s forced to live in a bottomless well of indellible ink, a soul as triumphant as time and grace itself, in love with the thought of limitless passions and never ending, ever growing soul-mating . A soul arrogant for a fleeting minute at being outed by the face staring back from the other side of a bureau’s triple mirror, understanding reflection.
Wow, this is a poem in itself.
Love this. The poet’s inspiration comes from capturing the essence of right now, whatever it is within this moment.
Thank you. I agree. The beauty of writing is that even when we don’t want to or we feel uninspired, there’s always something to say.
Love it!
Thank you!
This one will make me read more. great work.
Thank you! I’m glad I peaked your interest!
lovely poem. It’s hard to face those bubbling, roiling thoughts and emotions at times.
Thank you! Luckily, when it comes to writing there aren’t any rules!!
no rules or break the rules. 🙂
Either way we win 🙂
🙂