Alias by Wes Thompson

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Alias

I have been told
that men who slay monsters
are but monsters to be
as I feel the night sky
stare back into me
but what might must I face
to bleed my soul free
when not one black beast
rests yet within me

Wes Thompson

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Christine Austin Cole (4/28/2008 1:10:00 AM)
Matt's dead on - this IS a cool poem. Revel in the question you've asked for as long as you possibly can, my friend... once you find yourself needing to slay the demons that reside within - or worse, to coexist with the ones that won't give in - you may forget how it feels to ponder such a thing. I wish for you that you never do.

~Chris

Matt Johnston (4/15/2008 6:53:00 PM)
This is such a cool poem. Deep; I like the question and how it is asked.

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