The Fisherman: Poetry

These things haunt the mind,
tugging like nibbling fish
on lines from memories
suspended in pain

Watched by a fisherman 
near a cooler with no beer,
an unlit cigarette at solemn lips,
and tears streaming down cold cheeks

Who wants to truly fish 
in the subconscious mind?

Only The Fool on a Journey
to impact the World.

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