Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



These are no longer my thoughts,
My actions, my words, movements,
Feelings. They come from that
Foreign force within that hijacks,
Has always, my body, my being,
When there is no sun, when it rains,
When the world stops turning.
The boundary is narrow and unseen,
The hand that leads the pen not mine.

R 08.02.2024 22:15

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