Pieces
We live upon
Our naked souls
Cradle thoughts
Beneath the light
We hear the pain
On sacred roles
Chaos brims over
Unwept night
We stand above
The dying never
Seeking that which
Has no end
We kill the truth
Undying clever
Pieces of a
Long lost friend.
Copyright © Wayne Emerson Tidwell | Year Posted 2008
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