Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Natl Poetry Month, Day 4, Dark Souls

Dark Souls

Bones chill in autumn’s cool
Black water reflects tattered souls,

Thoughts shred like paper on
hopeless screams of humanity

As hearts are crushed under the
stone of apathy

Until the chorus sings silence
before the presence of fear

 @Wayne Adam 2004

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