Wake Me With Risk

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You may see my body
In a dead-like form
Yet I travel within
My resting mind

You may feel sorry
Seeing my body
In this fixed look
Yet, see not my soul

Waking from my travels
To meet you might be destroying
Seeing my motionless figure
Open up your empty mind.

Sharing with you who I am
Is sharing the depths of my vines
I ask of you, leave me be if you
Are not ready for my depths of pain….

I lay here keeping from dreading you
Of your normalized ideal living
Where you and I differ
Now decide how well you care to know me…



photograph by Lili Popper


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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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