Tom Mcmurray Poet Quatrain

Confrontation With Evil - Part Iii - Bin of Bone

Part III
Iambic Tetrameter
aabb rhyme scheme

Bin Of Bone

The fear that clears your dreary dreams, 
Will float around your moat of schemes 
And leave you neat but not alone 
In terror of your bedside phone. 

So now confused, bemused and used 
This need in dreams leaves you abused 
But bright the light of second sight 
Where truth did glean unto the night. 

Now lost inside you cannot hide 
Forsaking all your waking pride; 
Incursion of a cure now made 
Will take and make you unafraid. 

Fear hovers over cloven sorrow 
Soon to reach and leach out marrow 
From deep within the bin of bone, 
The fear will reach but not atone.

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