Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 is the name

Of the collection here contained

Memories all rearranged

And cataloged within the brain

 

A product of three months of work

In hopes to rearrange an inner hurt

Scares of childhood’s broken dreams

Reflecting windows of the seams

 

Perhaps it’s all a work of fiction

A soul in search of a new mission

A mind that’s lost in the contradiction

Of those lines that are non-fiction

 

History should be set free

To pass the time in the divine

Emotions, Thoughts, Philosophy

From that burning family tree

 

A creaking, steaming burning vessel

Under the weight of a train trestle

A soul caught in that primal wrestle

To find a peaceful place to nestle

 

A poets mind a brand new gift

For a soul that needs a lift

A mind converting it to word

With a gift of rhythm from the birds

 

Meaning caught between the lines

For forty captures of the mind

Emotions brought the new causation

For Chapter 7’s liquidation