A Hundred Poems - Liii
I feared a thing
untold (unseen)
that thing I feared,
and my mind, a thing too!
Split by half in such unknown.
I strove to know: unraveled
marbles too, which spilled
upon the floor! Perfect glass
balls-rolled from higher
ground to low!
And reality's curtain
fell; my needle tired
to stitch the past
when love was good
But life ran beyond the needle
and stitched time
within my soul
:: 05-15-2014 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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