November
Unto the stars, I rest my eyes
the night confesses, my spirit cries
when darkness looms, and the sons forgot
the shadows release their hidden thoughts
through pain and toil, the mind resides
rest uneasy, truthful lies
long desired, final reflection
the cycle repeats its lost connection
Copyright © Ian Lusk | Year Posted 2014
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