Saturday, March 2, 2019


I pretend not to see
Streaming rays, unguarded light
What creates hope, bears dismay
Borne of demons, unholy night
Cast your shadows, lay claim
Colored sympathies bare
Stricken of ribbons, silk
Writhing for all to stare
Withhold your blossom, Rose
Seeking shelter in sun
False stay the light, taking
Sense from this mind undone
Heavy the tithe owing
Toil the seeds that have sewn
Dark the light's forgiveness
A peace I shall not know

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