Vestigraces
VESTIGRACES
to have been on this earth
such a very long time
and still know nothing…
the stars do not come out
at night. They have always
been there….i suppose
the sun does not rise up
at dawn. It chooses to
break day…..i reflect
the clouds do not gather
for storms. A strong winds
dark force… i believe
all pain and ebbing screams
called hell. A sallow shallow
sad death…..i assume
to witness and grasp
the vestigraces of
childhood
….i imagine
….i ponder
I
forget
© Kim van Breda—15 July 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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