— Poetry, prose, and who knows … from the pen of Matthew H. Freeman —
  • We All Need a Laugh


    I took a stroll last night, to clear my head
    next to a lake by the woods by my home.
    I approached the water, drawn by serenity,
    and disrupted it with a kick out of anger.
    I screamed, expecting to fall on deaf ears.
    The water rippled out violently, carrying
    far and wide the scars borne of contempt.
    I stood and cried, giving in to my emotions.
    As I uncovered my flowing eyes, I noticed
    the water appeared once again untouched,
    serene, reflecting the contempt in my eyes.

    What a perfect sense of humor this lake has.

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