I lose myself in words and try to gain the voice of the poet. My hope is to keep those things around me that are important alive and in front of other people’s eyes. To revitalize the world’s interests in less observed profundities and minutiae; while soothing my soul with these observations. More often I find it torments my soul; the disregard and loathing it has for others – myself included.
Poetry is a lot of things to a lot of people, but it’s definitely not for wimps.
Thank you Sarah Jakle, If not for you in helping me to open my eyes, I would still be floating alone and mentally isolated on the seas of depression; without a voice to shout with.
Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 