Chris Townsend Poems

A misty hollow, a quiet place for two,
My heart in your hands, the me and the you,
Shielded from the wind an angel by my side,
Whispered sweet nothings, my inhibitions to hide,
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Lie beside in a patch of sun,
Wrench my heart out and show for fun,
Dark shadows surround our façade,
As life, to fight, makes it so hard,
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Me myself I have nothing to prove,
No legend to create, no image of you,
I save myself by hiding in my space,
As I avoid the tangled web, the human chase,
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Wild frontiers battle to the front,
Sealed fortunes, its rude to point,
Onward victory, is a gun shot away,
My soul destroyed, humanities depravity,
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I have nothing to prove nothing to say,
This moment in time, a cold and bitter day,
I hear the movement but I cannot see,
These feelings revolving around the inner me,
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Quiet exudes it pours from my heart,
This gaping hole, this pulling apart,
I shield my soul, as I see this glowing light,
I have run out of energy, I cant see the point of this fight,
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Thank you for the sensations, which reside deep in my heart,
Thank you for ripping me in two, for tearing me apart,
This step, which eludes my body now,
All these wretched feelings have gone sour,
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I feel this sensation, this inner bliss,
Something I can’t touch, I am afraid of this,
A sweet measure of love divine,
All within this sweet, bitter crime,
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Once again to the breach, this position to hold,
As a little boy, strong in body, this story to unfold,
Courage is like the drug of every soul,
It feeds our addiction, out of body the goal,
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Words escape me, they take me to my special place,
A different universe, well away from human disgrace,
My thoughts drift through, this void called a mind,
All these presents left by faceless people, all these things to find,
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