In Absence
Through the journeys
I have foreseen,
Not an answer
To be found.
And through the times
I have waited through,
Not besides itself
Had phased me.
Along the roads
One shall travel
Through trials
Unresolved.
As mortality with
Sickle and stone
Shall take those
Beside me
Its horse in reigns
Ever comforting
To those
Without mercy
As soon
Absence shall arise
From what had once
Been time of suffering
Yet afar
One believes to run
To avoid
Such destiny
War had been waged
Against the inevitable;
A force ever
Threatening
How polite of it
To resume after myself,
As its realm continues,
In absence.
Copyright © Charlotte Nickerson | Year Posted 2014
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