Jack Cohen

Marked

A witches brew, this morning drew
my eyes of ill repute.

All alone, my mind is blown
its siren song takes root.

The shadow lady, in her form hazy
beckons me from light.

In the dark, our souls are marked
stifled by the fright

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    that darkness within, we so want to regress
    and keep hidden
    but, only by acknowledging its presence
    can we limit
    our ability to sabotage ourselves and bring forth
    our own demise...
    insightful message, and timely
    sadly, we no longer have a 'wiser' older generation
    to share such nuggets of life with us,
    what a loss!
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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