An Awakening
An Awakening
Old
And aged
Photographs
Faded of hue
Memories of the
Distant past awakens
Haunting possibilities
Of what could have been, so we lose
Ourselves in a place that does not
define us in our complexity
Bent, torn, stained and covered in fingerprints
The thrill is gone, our heads are bowed
Down as the valley is low in
The deep jungle where freedom
Is skill and survival
Arrows shoot targets
Hit the bullseye
Bang what good
Shot and
Aim
Marckincia Jean
Etheree
10/12/19
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