-does happy dance-
So, I get a letter in the mail today that says a poem of mine's getting published in their next book! GO ME!!!

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by Patrick C Briscoe
Lifting an audience from the shadows,
Darkness playing tricks on my mind,
The earth spinning 'round beneath me,
Drunk as a butterfly, my heart beats wild and free.
"Leave this place," says she,
"Leave, and never come back!"
Her words are sharp, distinguished, lonely,
Cold as the air, frigid, biting.
The wind follows me, blowing through my hair,
Yet the shadows still play,
Darkening my soul, trying to still my breath.
They are the killers of the brain,
Swirling, twisting, eating me away.
And yet the shadows play,
Deceiving the mass of life around me,
Receiving me, believing me.
The shadows play as I lie down,
To take me on, take me away
As I fall away from the earth,
And it seems the world applauds for me...
-is proud of self- ^_^

[EDIT] By 'their' I mean poetry.com

~ver