Moment
Hands clasped tight
With rigid eyes
Blinded sight
In solitude
Soul to bear
The naked truth
Its flowing hair.
Emotion
You bitter storm
Lost in wilderness
Gaze forlorn
The weight
In frozen time
Burning pain
Its bursting spine.
Hope
A fading dream
Bears its teeth
Withheld the scream
In shadow
All is dark
Moment
I bear your mark.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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