River's Edge

CindyB

Close up the wall
With our dead -
All my sins remembered
In the roughness at the
Corners of your words.
And deep in some nights,
That knife's edge sharpness
Sees us standing -
Quaking at the river's edge,
Shadows settling where
We almost were.
How many days were lost
To the cool air in the
Hollows of dark cliffs -
To the dark that
Stalks the earth by night?
Hold tight to your war,
And ride it into the breach.

  • Author: CindyB (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 18th, 2019 01:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Crystal Hope

    wow! a fantastic write.

    • CindyB

      Thank you 😊



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