Eons apart, fabled fates collide
within the cesspool of my mind,
digits flit across the eye line
of night, etch our descent,
decipher the meaning of life.
Tall tales torment every child
caress the tears of dreams torn,
the innocent glance holds
my heart, burdened with fear,
motionless, without answers.
© 2009 Michael J. Earnshaw
12/02/2009
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2 comments:
lIKE THE NEW TIGHT N WRITE YOU'RE PUTTING OUT, MIKE.
Cheers Chris. I am trying to do different things even with the subject matter.
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