Last Hope
When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed.
I had not come to the
terms of slaughter.
Wanted now, to manage
the anguish incontinent.
Can you find some space in
waiting, for the hangman ?
Footprints and invisible faces.
Somewhere a hope lives in amber.
Trapped light,in wintery dark,
will stop a seed to play the nocturne.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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