Sunday, December 4, 2011


I think that,
My creativity may be,
A very dangerous place,
For me.
I can imagine worlds,
So many stories I could write.
But it leads a winding path,
To wrongs not right.
If left to wander,
Along on its own,
It always leads me back,
To the saddest place I’ve known.
So I try to remember the spurs.
And pull correctly on the yoke.
What I create doesn’t have to resound,
Or be my sadness wrote.
Danny Gunter

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