Poetry by Damon Young

to who you are, from where i am i have only one response to your reply we have this once then we die i am alone here, wishing away a...

you critiqued my critique of a dead white man's societal critique you gave me a b i suppose we see things differently like langston's...

A silence of soul is mind aching I want all of you, soul quenching afraid, free, crying, praising, running, savoring I hear the whisper, and I die and live, all in love

A life entire, void of desire, helplessly alone, loves not known. Found they may be, searching a vast sea, understanding an extension...

To the school of poets who failed to pay attention. My wishes of transcending I will try to mention. To assault on words with devotion...

I fail to understand you world you point toward doors and close them you speak of bores and show them you draw our lines and ignore them...