A Voice From Beyond
Holding fast to a drifting Past,
Unable to yield the stones I have cast
The depths of my Heart, so empty and vast
As the sails of my Soul fly at half-mast
Touch not, the Truth, 'tis not to trust
Exposed to light, it crumbles to dust
Just one more thought, oh! my brain will bust!
And in my gut, thy sword to thrust
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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